human
Funny, wasn't it, began Pringle, rubbing his lean, yellow hands in front of the fire, but with his eyes fixed on his daughter,
gpt
And how did you find it out at last?
human
I was rooting about among his papers one day, when I found some of your letters, my dear. It was the greatest surprise I've ever had in my life.
gpt
He has kept my letters, has he?
human
He _has_ kept them; so much the worse for him, as things have turned out,
gpt
What did you do next?
human
I put back the letters where I had found them, and waited for him.
gpt
And waited for him?
human
Yes; he was away from home at the time I discovered the letters, and I waited till he came back.
gpt
And what did you do then?
human
It was only the night before last that he got back home. I had made up my mind from the first how to act. He was only here for the night. He was going to start away again next morning; but I guessed he wouldn't leave without visiting the safe in the strong-room. So instead of going up to bed, I came down here and waited in the dark for him. I seemed to have been waiting a month, but it was only a few hours, when he came. He went forward into the strong-room, and turned on the gas. Then I stole swiftly after him. He did not hear me--he did not see me till the last moment; and then it was too late. Before he could reach the iron door, I had shut it on him and turned the key.
gpt
You locked him in!
human
I locked him in. I made him my prisoner; and there he is at this very moment.