“Why do you think I’m lying, doctor?” the American asked. He was smiling, but his smile was exaggerated, a mere pretense that was obviously forced, and wry; or, as we call it, it was asymmetrical, which once again pointed to an intent to deceive. He continued to make various gestures, expressions, and spastic movements for my sake, but he no longer seemed so determined, and his efforts weakened.
“Anthony. I’ve come here to attend a scientific conference. If you like, I can take you along to my seminar as an exhibit. Let the scientists there debate whether you’re lying or not.”
He had not expected this. Tiny wrinkles appeared for an instant on the bridge of his nose. He opened his mouth involuntarily, and sat slack-jawed. His lips tensed and his eyes widened and flashed fear – but the fea
