human
Matter? he said rapidly.
gpt
Why, simply this: Get a line on this young Captain's handwriting, Dollops, and report to me this afternoon. And if it tallies with this note, as I somehow fancy it does--well, we'll see the fur fly so quickly that you won't be able to say Jack Robinson. Happen to notice the size of the boots, by any chance?
human
Yessir. Tens.
gpt
Good lad. And the footprints outside of the window in that little courtyard are tens, too! The net's closing in upon you, my gallant friend, and you won't get a chance to do much more spluttering and exclaiming before I've found out what your little move in this Inheritance Game is, and--nipped it in the bud!... Gad!--Captain Angus Macdonald! And--tens!... Now, who the dickens would have thought it?