human
Drop your knife, he said,
gpt
Good morning, General, he said calmly.
human
You came in time, and he threw the knife on to the ground.
gpt
We will try her according to regulations!
human
There was an extraordinary and tragic sequel to the escape of Dr. Thun from Norwood Asylum, particulars of which appeared in our early edition of yesterday. This morning at four o'clock, in answer to a telephone call, Detective-Sergeant Miller, accompanied by another officer, went to 84, Cavendish Mansions, a flat occupied by Mrs. Meredith, and there found and took into custody Dr. Algernon Thun, who had escaped from Norwood Asylum. In the room was also found a man named Hoggins, a person well known to the police. It appears that Hoggins had effected an entrance into Mrs. Meredith's flat, descending from the roof by means of a rope, making his way into the premises through the window of Mrs. Meredith's bedroom. Whilst there he was detected by Mrs. Meredith, who would undoubtedly have been murdered had not Dr. Thun, who, in some mysterious manner, had gained admission to the flat, intervened. In the struggle that followed the doctor, who is suffering from the delusion of persecution, severely wounded the man, who is not expected to live. He then turned his attention to the lady. Happily an old man who works at the flat, who was sleeping on the premises at the time, was roused by the sound of the struggle, and succeeded in releasing the lady from the maniacal grasp of the intruder. The wounded burglar was removed to hospital and the lunatic was taken to the police station and was afterwards sent under a strong guard to the asylum from whence he had escaped. He made a rambling statement to the police to the effect that General Foch had assisted his escape and had directed him to the home of his persecutors.
gpt
It is nothing to snigger about,
human
If I didn't laugh I should do something more emotional, said the girl coolly.
gpt
To think that that fool should go back and make the attempt single-handed. I never imagined that.
human
Faire tells me that he's not expected to live, said Mr. Briggerland. He rubbed his bald head irritably.
gpt
I wonder if that lunatic is going to talk?
human
What does it matter if he does?
gpt
You said the other day----
human
The other day it mattered, my dear father. To-day nothing matters very much. I think we have got well out of it. I ignored all the lessons which my textbook teaches when I entrusted work to other hands. Jaggs,
gpt
Eh?
human
I'm repeating a well-beloved name, she smiled and rose, folding her serviette.
gpt
I am going for a long run in the country. Would you like to come? Mordon is very enthusiastic about the new car, the bill for which, by the way, came in this morning. Have we any money?
human
A few thousands, said her father, rubbing his chin.
gpt
Jean, we shall have to sell something unless things brighten.