human
X-Fifteen
gpt
X-Fifteen? he murmured softly.
human
That's one of the code identifications that Colonel Welsh uses! So he must be here in New York, and not in Washington.
gpt
Could be, Dave grunted, and started to push back his chair.
human
The Colonel gets around a lot, you know. Well, I guess that's us, pal. Certainly screwy orders. That's quite a walk from here. But maybe after you've had Commando training you're a sissy if you take a cab. So--Well, what do you know?
gpt
Eh? Freddy Farmer ejaculated.
human
What do I know?
gpt
Our rough tough-looking friends have vanished in thin air, he said.
human
They aren't around any more. Must have got sick of giving us the eye, and pulled out.
gpt
Their perfect right! Freddy snorted, and got up also.
human
You were probably imagining things, anyway. Right you are. Let's get on with it. We--Half a minute, my fair weather friend! You haven't left enough money for your share of the dinner.
gpt
One fourth of the bill, plus tip, Dave grunted scornfully.
human
Read it and weep. Three fourths of that went inside you, sweetheart. I love you like a brother, but I refuse to foot your food bills. Nix! And double nix!
gpt
Phew, so I did! Freddy gasped as he ran his eye down the list of things served them.
human
And the trouble is, I'm still hungry. Oh, very well. Share and share alike, with a tightwad like you. Even figured it out to the penny, too! Now, if you were with me in England--
gpt
I'd be pleading with the cops not to have you shot for stomach hoarding! Dave snapped.
human
Pay up, and shut up. Or pay it off washing dishes. You'd look cute in an apron, Freddy. I could meet you later and let you know what Colonel Welsh has to say. I--