"Agreed," Snape said briskly, his current coldness entirely unabated. "Obviously we must prepare for the worst case. All I'm saying is that, until we get confirmation from a reliable source - which the Prophet certainly is not - we shouldn't rule out the possibility that Riddle's lying, to demoralize us and any elements of a resistance outside Hogwarts."
He scowled. "However, for our own safety, we must assume that everything Potter or Vance knew is now known by Riddle." Score one for secrecy, he thought, otherwise I'd have lost my operative by now.
He regarded Moody assessingly. "Did you want to tell James, or shall I?" he inquired offhandedly, as if the answer was entirely irrelevant to him.