human
Take your hands off him,
gpt
Stand still if you don't want to be pinned against the wall like an insect.
human
Unbind my eyes! cried Evan.
gpt
Let me see what's coming to me.
human
Sorry, but we can't let you take mental pictures of us even to the other side.
gpt
You're afraid to face me, you cowards!
human
Maybe. If you want to send any messages I'll transmit them.
gpt
I'd like to send a letter.
human
All right. There was a pause while the speaker presumably found pencil and paper.
gpt
Go ahead.
human
Dear Charl: I have cut loose. I have taken to the trail. You will not see me again. I leave everything I have in my room to you. It will not make you rich. With one exception. I want to send my least-bad picture to a friend. It's the one I call 'Green and Gold,' the view of the Square from my window in the morning light. There's a little frame that fits it. Write on the back of it--write--Oh, don't write anything. Wrap it up and address it to Miss Corinna Playfair. Take it to the steamboat _Ernestina_ which will be lying at the pier foot of East Twentieth street on Saturday morning up to Nine-Thirty. Be good, old son. Here's how. Evan.
gpt
Are you ready?
human
Shoot and be damned to you!