human
So, finished Hildegarde,
gpt
Potter met him in the air--and shut the highway to him.... And that was Cantor's end.
human
Son, said Fabius Waite, his words vibrant with pride,
gpt
I can't say what I feel.... I'm proud--proud.... The whole country will be proud.
human
The country mustn't know,
gpt
Until the war is done, said Downs.
human
But there are those who shall know.... My report will go to them. I think you may count on the thanks, the gratitude of the man who lives in the White House.... It was a big job, well done.
gpt
Can you wait, Downs? I want to take Hildegarde to mother. There's something I must arrange with you.
human
This time, Mrs. Waite, I can tell you that I love him.
gpt
Did those papers name Herman von Essen?
human
Yes.
gpt
He is dead.... I found him dead on his library floor. That girl was his daughter--she's going to be my wife.
human
I understand. You're entitled to some reward, Mr. Waite, and this is a small one. No one shall ever know. His record will be clean.
gpt
Thank you, Potter said.
human
I'm tired.... Good night.
gpt
Good night, said the Secret Service man, and he stood looking after Potter until the young man disappeared up the stairs.
human
That, he said to himself,