"I'd believe you--because I feel sure you wouldn't lie to me.

But it would be pretty thin stuff to tell to a jury.

There is the contract and the lease in black and white.

Both bear your signature which, you have declared in the presence of witnesses, to be genuine.

Even when a man signs a paper while insane, it's a hard job to pull it back; and we certainly wouldn't have any witnesses who could swear that you had lost your reason." "Nope," he concluded, giving the papers a flip, as though disposing of the whole matter, "somebody has just worked the old sewing-machine racket on you--with trimmings.