human
It's an awkward business, an' that's the solemn truth, Ma'am, wheezed Popple.
gpt
It 'ud please me an' Jackson if you'd send for the police an' have 'em search us an' our rooms. Not that we've got much beyond a few bits o' linen----
human
You and Jackson--the steward! repeated Mrs. Carmac shrilly.
gpt
Did you know already that my jewels were gone?
human
We guessed it, Ma'am. We didn't like the look o' that there box, an' that's a fact.
gpt
It does not concern you or Jackson, she cried.
human
I would as soon think of blaming Mr. Raymond, who was with me in the deck saloon during all those miserable hours----
gpt
Blaming me for what, Mrs. Carmac?