human
Did you ever hear of the third degree? he inquired.
gpt
Well, I'm going to put you through it.
human
The third degree? faltered Gresham.
gpt
I don't quite understand what you mean.
human
You don't? replied Johnny.
gpt
It begins this way
human
Don't!
gpt
I'm going to smash his head in!
human
Wait a minute! pleaded Loring, pulling on him with all his strength.
gpt
Wait, I say! I want to help you, but you're in wrong. Listen to me --and he drew his reluctant client away from the table.
human
I've no objections to your thrashing Gresham and I'd like to be your proxy, but you'd better put it off. If you compel Gresham by force to sign these bonds he can repudiate that action under protection of the court and it will work against you.
gpt
They're my bonds, he persisted with his thoughts, however, more on Constance than on business.
human
He'll sign them or I'll smash him.
gpt
I'll sign, he promised with stiff lips, and tried to write his name on the cover of a magazine. The scrawl was so undecipherable that he rose from the table and walked up and down the room in acute distress, holding his right hand at the wrist and limbering it.
human
If I sign, he presently bargained as he came to the table,
gpt
I must be promised freedom from the distaste of a personal encounter.