human
The man is dead,
gpt
Oh, he exclaimed, after a moment’s hesitation,
human
I think nothing. Send him to Paris by the Simplon to-night. Tell him you’re following later. You’re not going to say that you’ve been mad enough to take him into your confidence?
gpt
Nothing of the kind; but he’s a Swiss. They may question him about me?
human
In Paris—
gpt
If I go, I admit that the police had the right to molest me.
human
If you stay, by God, they’ll guillotine you. Don’t you understand that—don’t you see that this man was in the service of the State? Lord, a child would know better. And you’re losing the minutes. I say, the minutes; and every one may be the most precious you’ll ever live.