human
You'll understand. If there _is_, then the word 'Full' will answer quite satisfactorily, without giving away our plans to any interested persons. As for the whisky-still business, what more perfect harbour for it than those craggy, heather-covered hills of Scotland? I'll have news for you, my friend, never fear; and immediately I hit upon anything, Dollops shall send it travelling over the wire in our own special code to you.
gpt
What a man you are, Cleek! What a fund of restlessness, untiring interest and intelligence! said Mr. Narkom, as he laid a fond hand upon Cleek's sleeve and looked up into his smiling face.
human
Gad! The Yard would go to pieces without you nowadays. You saved us from collapse in the old days of that Maurevanian business, when the whole country seemed to have run amuck--and blamed the police for it! And you're saving us every time now. What we'd do without your brains and your pluck and your wonderful birthright, which disguises you so successfully that even I, your best friend, don't know you, when you choose--well, I can't say. But my blessing with you, Cleek, and the best of luck! You'll find what you're looking for, I haven't a doubt.
gpt
Yes, I'll find what I'm looking for, Mr. Narkom; I'm certain of that, said Cleek quietly, the queer little one-sided smile travelling up his cheek once more.
human
I don't wish to sound egotistical, but there are few things can beat your humble when his mind's made up. Else how would I have travelled back from the underworld into such a position of trust and uniqueness as this? Only that a woman's eyes lit the way for me, and a man's great heart opened the door--and the crook determined to become the gentleman, and pitched into it forthwith all he was worth. Cussed--that's me!
gpt
And _clean_! And with those two attributes Hercules was enabled to clean out the Augean Stables and prove himself ready for anything that came, supplemented Mr. Narkom, with a noisy sigh.
human
Cussed and clean! That's your motto. I'll back it every time.... Now, then, to business. We've thrown enough bouquets at each other to last for a lifetime! There's a dickens of a cipher case which is tying me into knots at present, so I need all my faculties to untie myself again! Here are the facts, Cleek. Nothing much, but you will make more than I can of them; so here goes.