human
All I can say, Mr. Bundercombe declared, as he drew away from the note, which he had been examining,
gpt
You recognize the fact, however, that the note is beyond question counterfeit?
human
I fear you are right, Mr. Bundercombe admitted.
gpt
There is a slight imperfection. Yes, yes--a very bad business, Mr. Giatron! We must come here often and try to see whether we cannot make you a second Luigi.
human
Very excellent brandy! Mr. Bundercombe pronounced warmly.
gpt
You will see a great deal more of us, my friend. I promise you that. We shall haunt you!
human
You are always very welcome--and the young lady!
gpt
Louis, you can give your shark of an employer a week's notice to-night! I have the note in my pocket, he whispered.
human
It's cost me a good one; but I owed you that. On Monday week, Louis, I shall order my dinner from you at Luigi's.
gpt
Mr. Bundercombe, he pleaded hoarsely,
human
On my honor, Louis, the note is in my pocket, already torn in four pieces when I put my hand into my waistcoat pocket to pay my bill. In three minutes it will be in a hundred pieces--gone! You need have no fear. The note Mr. Giatron is guarding so carefully is a very excellent ten-pound note of my own.