human
What's all this, what's all this? cried Sebastian, running up to the mantelpiece. Then he clasped his hands over his bald spot in a gesture of despair.
gpt
Oh! he moaned.
human
How perfectly terrible! How perfectly terrible!
gpt
Great Snakes, ain't that too bad! observed Mr. Pegg.
human
Lucky thing you got them picture post cards of it, Mark! Where d'you s'pose the sons of guns got in anyways? And how comes it that you girls are burglar-hunting in your party clothes when you ought to be tearing off a little beauty sleep?
gpt
We talked so late! explained Peaches, gazing into her father's eyes with a wonderful, direct, innocent look.
human
And we got so hungry that we came down to forage--and on the way I dropped in for this book --she held it up toward him--
gpt
She ran right up and got you, I added.
human
And now you know as much as we do.
gpt
Humph! said Mr. Pegg, still looking at the book his daughter had offered him.
human
Couldn't sleep without it, eh?
gpt
This is terrible, this is terrible! exclaimed our host, paying no attention to anything except his loss.
human
Ring the bell! Summon everybody! Where is Wilkes? I told him to come down at once.
gpt
You told him? asked Peaches swiftly.
human
Where was he?
gpt
In his room, of course! snapped Markheim.
human
Spoke to him on the house telephone! What did you suppose? Oh, my precious painting! This is outrageous--outrageous! Did they take anything else?