human
What on earth are you doing here?
gpt
Working, replied Billy briefly.
human
I'm on the Washington Post.
gpt
But I thought you were going to take a holiday after you had realized your money on the sale of your share of the rubies we found in the Toltec cave;
human
Well, rejoined Billy,
gpt
But what are you doing at the office of the Secretary of the Navy,
human
Ah, that's just it, rejoined Billy mysteriously,
gpt
I'm on the track of the biggest story of my career and I think it's a scoop. Can you fellows keep a secret?
human
We can do better than that, laughed Frank,
gpt
That you are pretty good mind-readers, retorted Billy promptly.
human
I can guess yours though. You are here to try to sell the government an air-ship.
gpt
Wrong, shouted Frank triumphantly.
human
But you--William Barnes-- he went on, making a mysterious pass at the other boy's head,
gpt
How on earth did you know that? gasped Billy,
human
Everything,
gpt
Oh, come off, Frank, retorted Billy,
human
That matters not, my young reporter--we do,
gpt
Give me the story then, will you?
human
No, we can't do that,
gpt
Oh, of course I wasn't trying to worm it out of you,
human
We know that, Billy,
gpt
I just thought you might have something to give out, went on Billy.
human
I see that you are in the confidence of the naval department.
gpt
No, Billy, continued Frank,
human
What do you mean?
gpt
That we are going to try to find Lieutenant Chapin and the men who kidnapped him, replied Frank;