human
Can't you get her out?
gpt
Get her out!
human
Mrs. Vand; she is in there,
gpt
You must be mistaken,
human
No, no, replied the inspector, who was greatly agitated, for even his official phlegm was not proof against the terror of the position.
gpt
The London police wired to me at Pierside that Mrs. Vand had gone down to Marshely. We waited at the station to arrest her, but she got off at a previous station and was seen by your village policeman to run across the marshes. He wired to my Pierside office, and the wire was repeated to the station we waited at. We got a fly and hurried here only to see the smoke. I cried out 'Fire!' to you as we passed. Great heavens, what a blaze!
human
Can't you get her out?
gpt
What can we do? said the officer, with a gesture of despair.
human
There is no water and no buckets: and if there were, what bucket of water would put out that conflagration. You might as well try and extinguish hell with a squirt.
gpt
What can we do? she wailed.
human
Oh, what can we do?
gpt
Nothing, nothing. Look at the police, look at the villagers. We can do nothing. If Mrs. Vand is in that blazing house God help her.
human
Please God she is not there!