human
If you fellows have any pretence to be called gentlemen, I shouted, in tones choked with mingled shame and anger,
gpt
Jack's! who's Jack? Is the old pawnbroker called Jack, then? Oh, I say, you fellows, cried Whipcord, dropping on a chair, and nearly choking himself with a fit of laughter.
human
Oh, you fellows, I've got it at last. I've got it. Jack! I know who it is.
gpt
Who is it?
human
Why, can't you guess?
gpt
No! Who?
human
Jack Ketch!
gpt
Three cheers for Uncle Ketch, you fellows!