human
What is all this, Dennis?
gpt
Little Wetherby dead, pater, and Von Dussel very much alive, and none the worse for a cold bath, came the answer;
human
My wife! exclaimed the spy.
gpt
Ottilie in your hands!
human
Yes, you brute, we've bagged the pair of you, said Dennis, with a grim laugh;
gpt
I do not understand, faltered Von Dussel in a choking voice, and then instantly recovering his true Prussian bluster:
human
I demand the right treatment accorded to every officer who has the misfortune to be taken prisoner. I have high connections in my country, and I am willing to give you my parole.
gpt
Parole for a cowardly murderer! interrupted Dennis hotly.
human
You are talking through the back of your neck, and you know it. Besides, apart from all that, there is only one end for spies.