human
I cannot believe it, he said in an undertone;
gpt
Ericson, my lad, I'm really sorry; but, you see, there's no use evadin' the hand o' the law, and I must make you my prisoner.
human
Your prisoner, Mr. Duke! But you cannot think that I have anything to do with the smuggling?
gpt
Smuggling! said he.
human
I said nothing about smuggling. With that I have no business. No, it's not the smuggling, it's the murder!
gpt
Murder! What murder?
human
The murder of Colin Lothian, the wandering beggar,