human
Why, hello--Henry--hello, said Van Dorn cheerfully. He coughed, in an attempt to swallow the saliva that came rushing into his mouth. Fenn did not answer, but stood and then began to walk around Van Dorn's desk, eyeing him with glowing-red eyes as he walked. Van Dorn tipped back his chair easily, put his feet on the desk before him, and spoke,
gpt
Sit down, Henry--make yourself at home. He cleared his throat nervously.
human
Anything gone wrong, Henry?
gpt
No, replied Fenn.
human
No, nothing's gone wrong. I've just got some exhibits here in a law suit. That's all.
gpt
Well?
human
Well, croaked Fenn passionately.
gpt
That's exhibit 'A'. I had to fight a hell-cat for it; and this, he added as he lay down the silver-mounted pen,
human
And this, cried Fenn, as he pulled a revolver,
gpt
God damn you, is exhibit 'C'. Now, don't you budge, or I'll blow you to hell--and, he added,
human
I guess I'll do it anyway.
gpt
So you were going to have a convenient, inexpensive lady friend, were you, Tom!
human
Private snap? he sneered.
gpt
Well, damn your soul--here's a lady friend of mine, he poked the cold barrel harder against the trembling man's temple and cried:
human
Don't wiggle, don't you move. Then he went on:
gpt
Kiss her, you damned egg-sucking pup--when you've done flirting with this, I'm going to kill you.
human
Henry, whispered Van Dorn,
gpt
Henry, for God's sake, let me talk--give me a show, won't you?
human
Oh, yes, I'll give you a show, Tom--the same show you gave me.
gpt
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