human
I’ve got that will for you,
gpt
What will?
human
Mrs. Hamps’s.
gpt
But your cashier said there was no will at your place!
human
My cashier doesn’t know everything, remarked Mr. Breeze. And in his voice was the satisfied grimness of a true native of the district, and a Longshaw man.
gpt
Mrs. Hamps deposited her will with me as much as a friend as anything else. The fact is I had it in my private safe. I should have called with it this morning, but I knew that you’d be busy, and what’s more I can’t go paying calls of a morning. Here it is.
human
Thanks,
gpt
I’ve got a receipt for you to sign, said Mr. Breeze.
human
It’s slipped into the envelope. Here’s an ink-pencil.