human
Gawd's troof, Guv'nor! he ejaculated, as he whipped out his handkerchief and bound it tightly and professionally over the finger and down on to the strained wrist.
gpt
You're 'urt proper, ain't you? That was a narrer squeak, I don't fink!... That's better, ain't it? I weren't a-goin' ter let yer git orf without that bit of bandages to 'elp the pain, not if we loses the blinkin' murderer 'isself! Let's 'ave a look at the chap, sir.
human
Thank you, he said simply.
gpt
Hello! here's Mr. Narkom. Yes, let's have a look at the blighter, men, before you carry him off to the lock-up. I'm interested to know what he looks like beneath that mask of his. Just to get a line on his features, you know.