human
To think that a corp of mine should be gone! creaked he in his aged voice.
gpt
Man and boy, I niver heard tell of such things--niver! Why Muster Marlow should go beats me--ay, that it does!
human
It doesn't beat me, cried Mrs. Timber in her most acidulated voice.
gpt
I know who took the body.
human
That you don't! contradicted Jarks incoherently;
gpt
It was that fat play-actor out of this very house,
human
And how can you prove that, Mrs. Timber?
gpt
Why, he had no money for a bed, and he had to sleep in the open. I dare say he slept in the churchyard, and stole the body to sell it back again, it being well known as Miss Sophy's a Queen of Sheba for riches.
human
All very well, said Slack the schoolmaster;
gpt
No, said the stonemason,
human
cried the man, dashing his hand on the table,
gpt
We must wait for the police,