Dyson fixed the little box on Eva's head.it's a very clever machine
,he said"when a person tells a lie ,this needle here moves round.the numbers 0 to 4.you have just told one.Dyson said a group 4 lie.small and interesting.tell me a big,exciting lie.
you have got an ugly face,tom Dyson.the needle fell back to zero "no lie,"Dyson said"so my mother was right,then.she always said i was an ugly child.but this is not a joke,Eva,the police use machines like this.suppose a man kills somebody but says no no i didn't kill anybody now that is an excellent lie it would send the needle round to20.think of a fat lie,like that
i hate you,Tom Dyson Eva cried.Oh,how i hate you is that lie big enough
Dyson was fixing his eyes on the needle.Funny,he said,it seems to be stuck at 20.there must be something wrong with it he picked up the maching and shook it.the needle stayed at 20.no good,he said .it has never been wrong before.Eva,have you..he fixed his eyes on her then.he didn't understand the look on her face