I had, of course, known that from time to time we had skated on thin ice; but this was the first occasion upon which Gottlieb had deliberately acknowledged to a client that he would resort to perjury to accomplish his ends.
"Don't you think we're running entirely too close to the wind ?" I asked, pacing up and down the office.
"My dear Quib," answered Gottlieb soothingly, "don't agitate yourself over so trifling a matter.

The only living man who can prove that Hawkins was served is Bunce--and Bunce is a fool.

At best it would simply be one swearing against the other.

We have a perfect right to believe Hawkins in preference to Bunce if we choose.

Anyhow, we're not the judge.