human
Have him up-stairs, said Evan.
gpt
I don't know what this flummery is all about. Hand me over to the police and maybe I'll find out.
human
Give me a specimen of your handwriting,
gpt
Certainly, said Evan.
human
I have no reason to be ashamed of it.
gpt
Write five thousand dollars, first in figures, then spelled out.
human
Nothing like,
gpt
That doesn't prove anything! snapped the son.
human
I didn't suppose that he worked this single-handed. He has confederates.
gpt
You said you were an artist, said George Deaves with a sapient air.
human
Can you prove it?
gpt
Certainly, said Evan.
human
If you'll come to my studio. There are dozens of my canvases there.
gpt
But how would I know you painted them?
human
Oh, I'll do you one while you wait.
gpt
Facetiousness won't do you any good, said Deaves severely.
human
This is a serious matter. Please explain how you came to be in that little obscure street where you met Papa yesterday?
gpt
There is no explanation, said Evan.
human
I was just walking about.
gpt
Read that,