human
What the devil are you talking about, anyway? I'm not trying to be unpleasant, Hitchin, but I'm not myself this morning and this rambling discourse about crime is rather trying.
gpt
You are not yourself this morning?
human
No.
gpt
Why are you not yourself this morning, Fry?
human
What? Because I lost some sleep last night, I suppose.
gpt
Ah! Hitchin cried softly.
human
And why did you lose some sleep last night?
gpt
See here, Hitchin! he cried.
human
I like to be polite and hospitable as possible, but why on earth I should sit here and answer your ridiculous questions I cannot see.
gpt
Shall I show you why it were better for you to answer, Fry?
human
No!
gpt
Oh, but I'd better, insisted the crime student.
human
Fry, let us go back a few hours. You returned home last night about midnight, I think--fifteen or twenty minutes before the hour?
gpt
Yes.
human
There was with you a young man named David Prentiss?
gpt
Of course.
human
Then here is the reason for my questions! cried Hobart Hitchin, and his whole personality seemed aflame.
gpt
Anthony Fry, _where is David Prentiss_?