human
What did you say, sir? Your son?
gpt
These--these! Dalton said, clutching the trousers.
human
My son Dick's--his fishing suit.
gpt
And your son, where is he supposed to be?
human
In the north woods, somewhere, although I haven't heard from him for a week, Dalton choked; and then, being a powerful character, he threw off the hideous numbness and straightened up.
gpt
What did you say? What were you trying to tell me? Where did you get--these?
human
From the dumbwaiter where----
gpt
What dumbwaiter?
human
In the Hotel Lasande.
gpt
When?
human
Very early this morning.
gpt
How did you come to----
human
I saw a young man when he went into the house last night; I live there, you know. I had reason to think that something happened to him overnight, and this morning I managed to snatch this suit from the dumbwaiter as it passed my door. Further----
gpt
What was he doing there?
human
He came home last night with a gentleman you know, said Hobart Hitchin.
gpt
One Anthony Fry!
human
The liniment Fry?
gpt
The liniment Fry,
human
My boy--my Dicky went home with that man?
gpt
A boy was introduced to me as David Prentiss.
human
You were saying--what were you saying about a trunk?
gpt
I said that the remains of the boy had been brought here by Fry's personal servant, sir. I saw them taken into the side gate not ten minutes ago and----
human
Come!