seemed concentrated on guessing the other's probable actions.
"Out with it, man! I've met some denied good liars in my time, but you beat the lot. I'm anxious to know where you learned the trick, that's all."
"Why do you believe her more than me?" asked Simon.
"Because you've been found out lying before. That was a pretty stiff one about your engaging Carrington, wasn't it?"
Simon was quite unable to control his violent start, and his face turned whiter.
"I—I didn't say I did," he stammered.
"Well," said Ned, "I admit I wasn't there to hear you, but I know Carrington made you put your foot fairly in it just by way of helping him to size you up, and he got your size right enough too."
"Then" began Simon, and stopped and changed it into: "What does Carrington suspect—er—accuse me of?"
Ned stared at him for several seconds without speaking, and this procedure seemed to disconcert the lawyer more than anything had done yet.
"What—what does Carrington mean?" he repeated.
"He means you've lied, and he believes Miss Farmond, and he believes Sir Malcolm, and he believes me, and he puts you down as a pretty
