human
Great Scott! gasped Sharpe, when he recovered from his astonishment;
gpt
We should have done if we’d gone another fifteen yards,
human
Fortunate you had that presentiment of impending danger,
gpt
We should have been lying dead and half grilled over his deadly wires but for that strange, weird feeling of mine,
human
But there, after all our attempts at concealment, he knows all about us.
gpt
Even our names seem familiar to him,
human
I cannot understand it, replied the other.
gpt
Who can have given him this information?
human
Who indeed? asked Keane.
gpt
It is as great a mystery as the other matter.
human
Can it be the woodcutter or the clockmaker, do you think, for Hans is sure to have called at Jacob Stendahl’s cottage and told him the news.
gpt
Neither Hans nor yet the woodcutter could possibly have told the professor our names. This evil genius must have other sources of information at his command. Possibly he has an agent at Mulhausen aerodrome, or even at Scotland Yard. To a man like this, a thousand ways are open. I cannot say, but this I know, we are on the edge of the biggest mystery I have ever encountered.
human
And we might easily have shot him. Bah! it would have been better to have fired, Keane, added Sharpe somewhat bitterly.
gpt
Cannot we follow him now?
human
No! replied his companion, firmly.
gpt
It is better as it is.
human
Why?
gpt
Rest content, Sharpe, said Keane.
human
To-day we have discovered the aerodrome; to-morrow we will capture it.