human
Dr. Lord?
gpt
Ah, Sir Kenneth, he said.
human
Yes, yes. Just been giving Her Majesty a few tests. Normal weekly check, you know.
gpt
I know, Malone said.
human
Any change?
gpt
Change? Lord said.
human
In Her Majesty? Sir Kenneth, you might as well expect the very rocks to change. Her Majesty remains Her Majesty--and will, in all probability, throughout the foreseeable future.
gpt
The same as ever?
human
Exactly, Lord said.
gpt
But--if you do want background on the case--I'm flying back to New York tonight. Look me up there, if you have a chance. I'm afraid there's little information I can give you, but it's always a pleasure to talk with you.
human
Thanks,
gpt
Barrow Street, Lord said with a cheery wave of the briefcase.
human
Number 69. He was gone. The Security Officer at the door, a young man in the uniform of a page, opened it and peered out at Malone. The FBI Agent nodded to him and the Security Officer announced in a firm, loud voice:
gpt
Sir Kenneth Malone, of Her Majesty's Own FBI!