human
Not a Yale, you see, said Yelverton, taking a magnifying glass from a small drawer of his tidy desk and passing it on to me.
gpt
What do you make of the thing?
human
Foreign, isn't it?
gpt
Yes, we thought so. German--or Italian. Both the brothers had travelled abroad. On a Yale you would read the words 'Yale paracentric,' and a number. There's neither name nor number on that.
human
May I take it away and keep it till to-morrow morning, to work out my plot with? I asked.
gpt
The big one I don't care about. I give you my word I'll send this back in twenty-four--no, let's say twenty-five hours. I have an engagement for the twenty-fourth hour.
human
All right, replied Yelverton good-naturedly.
gpt
You might bring the box-ticket with you. Ha, ha!
human
I will, I laughed.
gpt
And as to the dossier, may I sit somewhere out of your way and glance through it in case there's anything we can work up to strengthen the realism of our scenario? Of course, we'll guarantee to use nothing that might recall the Callender-Graham case to the public or dramatic critics.
human
You can sit in the outer office and browse over the bundle till lunch-time, if you like, said Yelverton.
gpt
There's a table there in a quiet corner. I shall be off on business before you finish, I expect. See you later--at the Felborn Theatre, your first night. Wish you luck.
human
Weren't you a bit premature mentioning the Felborn?
gpt
No, I reassured him.
human
To-morrow, at this time or a little later, you'll know why. Meanwhile, don't worry, but take my word--and a taxi to the theatre. Tell Felborn I'm on the spot, and there's a truce between Odell and me, an armistice of twenty-four --I pulled out my watch--
gpt
You're either the wonder child of the British Empire or its champion fool,
human
You've got till to-morrow to make up your mind which,