human
Meet me at three on the granite paving-stones. The weather is fine, but got no specimens. There is no suspicion as you have directed, but I'm afraid wrong.
gpt
Well, that's a fine muddle for somebody to make out when they get it,
human
Must be some sort of a cipher the old fellow is using. He's a dry sort of old stick. Goodness! How scared he was when he saw that man lying outside his door. I thought he was going to faint or something.
gpt
Wonder what sort of a cipher that is, mused Jack, as he waited for an answer to his call.
human
Looks to me as if it's one of those numerical ciphers where every second or third or fourth or fifth word is taken from the context and composes a message. Guess I'll try and work it out some time. It'll be something to do. And, hullo, he signs himself 'F'.
gpt
Professor F. Dusenberry was the last of the
human
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gpt
His initial, thought Jack,
human
FLASH