human
I can't understand your liking for that kind of book,
gpt
Chronicles of Crime,
human
Can't you? It's very easily explained. It is the most encouraging work in my collection. Sit down for a minute.
gpt
A record of vulgar criminals, he growled.
human
Their infernal last dying speeches, their processions to Tyburn--phaugh!
gpt
They're a splendid mental exercise, she said.
human
In every case I have written down how the criminal might have escaped arrest, but they were all so vulgar, and so stupid. Really the police of the time deserve no credit for catching them. It is the same with modern criminals....
gpt
Vulgar and stupid, every one of them,
human
The clever ones get caught at times,
gpt
Never, she said, and closed the book with a snap.
human
In England, in France, in America, and in almost every civilised country, there are murderers walking about to-day, respected by their fellow citizens. Murderers, of whose crimes the police are ignorant. Look at these. She opened the book again.
gpt
Here is the case of Rell, who poisons a troublesome creditor with weed-killer. Everybody in the town knew he bought the weed-killer; everybody knew that he was in debt to this man. What chance had he of escaping? Here's Jewelville--he kills his wife, buries her in the cellar, and then calls attention to himself by running away. Here's Morden, who kills his sister-in-law for the sake of her insurance money, and who also buys the poison in broad daylight, and is found with a bottle in his pocket. Such people deserve hanging.
human
I wish to heaven you wouldn't talk about hanging, said Briggerland tremulously,
gpt
I'm an angel, she smiled,
human
So you've written to the lady. Are you sending her the jewels?
gpt
You haven't been up to any funny business with them, have you?
human
My dear parent, drawled Jean Briggerland,
gpt
And now, Mrs. Meredith, said Jack Glover,