Some half-hour of this work, and Riderhood unshipped his sculls, stood holding on to a barge, and hand over hand longwise along the barge’s side gradually worked his boat under her head into a secret little nook of scummy water. And driven into that nook, and wedged as he had described, was Gaffer’s boat; that boat with the stain still in it, bearing some resemblance to a muffled human form.

“Now tell me I’m a liar!” said the honest man.

(“With a morbid expectation,” murmured Eugene to Lightwood, “that somebody is always going to tell him the truth.”)

“This is Hexam’s boat,” said Mr. Inspector. “I know her well.”

“Look at the broken scull. Look at the t’other scull gone. Now tell me I am a liar!” said the honest man.