human
Who was the squab, kid? he cried.
gpt
Who----
human
Don't hit him like that!
gpt
What?
human
The boy----
gpt
Tap like that won't hurt him! Johnson Boller chuckled as David, suppressing a shriek, managed to grip the bed and regain his balance.
human
Who was the Gallic chicken, my lad?
gpt
A--a friend of mine,
human
I betcher! said Johnson Boller significantly.
gpt
I got a line on her the second I laid eyes on her, kid. Now, I want to tell you something. You're a young sport and these things look different to you now, but the long and the short of a dizzy little----
human
Johnson!
gpt
What now?
human
It--it is not necessary to advise David, said David's captor, quite thickly, for he was familiar with Johnson Boller's views on many subjects and his manner of airing them.
gpt
The boy has--er--explained the--ah--young woman and----
human
Going to keep this kid with you?
gpt
For a time, yes.
human
You know, you're a funny character, Anthony, Boller mused.
gpt
If your great-grandmother came to this joint to have a cup of tea with you, you'd want her to stop at the desk and show her pedigree and the family Bible, just so they'd be sure she was your great-grandmother, and your lovely reputation wouldn't have a spot of suspicion on it as big as a pinpoint. But you go and rake this kid off the streets and when his lady friends come in----Where did she come from, kid, and how did she get up here?
human
I explained all that to Mr. Fry,