human
Sorry for you, sir, said one of the detectives, touching his hat to Mr. Botayne,
gpt
What amount of money will buy your prisoner?
human
Beg pardon, sir--very sorry, but--we'd be compounding felony in that case, you know,
gpt
Don't worry, whispered the colonel in Mr. Botayne's ear;
human
I'll give you as much as the bank offers,
gpt
Very sorry, sir; but can't, replied the detective.
human
We'd be just as bad then in the eyes of the law as before. Reward, five thousand, bank lose twenty-five thousand--thirty thousand, in odd figures, is least we could take. Even _that_ wouldn't be reg'lar; but it would be a safe risk, seeing all the bank cares for's to get its money back.
gpt
We'll make it as pleasant as we can for you, sir, continued the detective,
human
I've sacrificed everything to get here--I can never clear him,