human
No more business to-day, said the sick man, wearily.
gpt
Take those papers back to Mr. Bray, and tell him to do the best he can with them. As for yourself, you will go at once to Dr. Whitaker, and give that bottle into his own hands. I suppose I may rely upon your fidelity and discretion in this matter, eh?
human
You may do that, sir, with perfect confidence,
gpt
Yes, I think you are true and honest, said Kelvin, slowly, with his eyes fixed full on the boy's open face. Then, as Pod went out, he added to himself:
human
That letter of Whitaker's has instilled such a horrible suspicion into my mind, that I no longer know whom or what to believe.