human
But, Mr. Gottlieb, said I,
gpt
What! he exclaimed, growing frightfully angry.
human
Give him back his money! I have no money of his. It is he owes me money for keeping him out of jail.
gpt
But how about the roll of bills? I protested.
human
You certainly do not intend to keep all of that?
gpt
Certainly--that is my fee, he retorted calmly;
human
How much was there in that roll, Toby?
gpt
About five hundred dollars, answered my friend.
human
But let him keep it, by all means!
gpt
Why, I exclaimed,
human
Ten dollars! shouted Gottlieb.
gpt
Ten dollars! Why scienter is one of the most complicated and technical defences known to the law. Ten dollars! Scienter is worth a thousand! Your rascally friend got his money for nothing, didn't he? He's lucky to be outside the bars--for if I ever saw a guilty man he's one. Get along, both of you, or I'll call an officer!
human
Come along, Quib! urged Tony;
gpt
Lord! I groaned.
human
Five hundred dollars just for scienter. If that is the law, then I'll turn lawyer.