Your terrible secret is that you have no terrible secret.
To a quite unwreckable Lie,
To a most impeccable Lie!
To a water-tight, fire-proof, angle-iron, sunk-hinge, time-lock, steel-faced Lie!
Not a private hansom Lie,
But a pair-and-brougham Lie,
Not a little-place-at-Tooting, but a country-house-with-shooting
And a ring-fence-deer-park Lie.
The successful liar is never forgiven for showing us how tawdry the stories are in which we are eager to believe.
Sometimes one lies to avoid the appearance of lying.
One must strip away the outer layers of deceit and pretense from a person to reveal the inner core of pretense and deceit.