human
You give me a job. What's more, you've treated me white, cap'n. I guess you seen that I was just a man with the devil at his heels, and you chased the devil off. You've given me something decent to live for--to make good because you got some faith in me! Why, when you went out on that first job of ours, d'you know it like to broke me up? It did. Only, when we got home that night and you said it was all a joke, and you'd send back the loot later on, then I begun to feel better about it. Even if you'd gone into it as a reg'lar business, I'd have stuck with you--but I was darned glad about its bein' a joke!
gpt
It's not been altogether a joke, sergeant, he said, gravely.
human
To tell the truth, I did start it as a joke, but soon afterward I learned something that led me to keep it up. I kept it up until I could hit the Maillard house. It was my intention to turn up at the Comus ball, on Tuesday night, and there make public restitution of the stuff--but that's impossible now. I dare not risk it! That man Fell is too smart.
gpt
You're not goin' to pull the trick again, then?
human
No. I'm through. I've got what I wanted. Still, I don't wish to return the stuff before Wednesday--Ash Wednesday, the end of the carnival season. Suppose you get out the loot and find me some boxes. And be sure they have no name on them or any store labels.