human
Hello! he said with a smile.
gpt
Brought your bootmaker's department with you, eh? Now we'll really be able to establish somebody's innocence on _that_! Come, let's have a look at it.
human
It's the strangest thing, she said with a shake of the head,
gpt
Gad! it certainly does. Every man-jack of 'em, then? Jarvis, and Batchett, and your bailiff Tavish, and McGubbins? Every one of them?
human
What a memory you have! she countered amazedly.
gpt
Yes, every one of them. Except Mr. Tavish. And his are elevens, he tells me.
human
Didn't give away any reason for asking, I hope, Miss Duggan?
gpt
Indeed I didn't. In fact, I threw them off the scent most successfully by taking a pair of Ross's boots along with me and pretending I didn't know whose they were. Batchett soon put me right. 'Them's Mr. Ross's--Sair Ross, if ye please, m'm,' he said, using Ross's new title (poor old boy! He won't like it a bit, either. He thinks titles are anathema!). But Mr. Tavish, of course, didn't know whose they were, nor did the old gardener, McGubbins, nor Jarvis, either. Only they said they weren't _theirs_. And then, of course, told me the sizes they took. So, you see, Mr. Deland, you can't blame Angus for _that_, can you?
human
You've missed your vocation. You ought to have been a lady-detective, using those methods, he replied lightly.
gpt
But it's odd--deuced odd! I'll take a look at their feet whenever I get the chance. Don't bother any more, Miss Duggan. I'll get to the bottom of this thing somehow or other, before the next few days, and don't make any mistake about that. That's all you can do for me. So go along, and lie down and have a proper rest. I'm going to interview Mr. Narkom again. What time is tea, by the way?
human
Half-past four. If you'd like it sent to your rooms with Mr. Narkom----
gpt
No, thanks; we'd prefer to take it with _you_. (
human
And use our eyes for ourselves,