human
Who are you, sir? grated Kroner.
gpt
What the devil----
human
Keane! breathed Gest.
gpt
Thank God you're here! There has just been a murder. I'm sure it's murder--though how it was done, and who did it, are utterly beyond me.
human
This is your Ascott Keane?
gpt
Yes. Keane--Kroner, vice president. And this is Chichester, treasurer and secretary.
human
And this?
gpt
Wilson, assistant manager. He came in a minute or two ago, saying he had something of the utmost importance to tell us about the players in the roulette room....
human
Wilson had just started to explain. He said something about the roulette wheel, and then fell dead. Literally. He fell forward on his face as though he had been shot. But he wasn't. There isn't a mark on his body. And he couldn't have been poisoned before he came in here. No poison could act so exactly, striking at the precise second to keep him from disclosing his find.
gpt
Doctor's report?
human
Grays, house physician, is on his way up now. We sent the information girl to get him. Didn't want to telephone. You know how these things spread. We didn't want the switchboard girls to hear of this just yet.
gpt
The publicity. Of course. We'll have to move fast to save Blue Bay.
human
If you can save it, now,