human
Sergeant, my name is Samson Bending. Bending Consultants, 3991 Marden--you'll find it in the phone book. Someone broke into my place over the weekend, and I'd appreciate it if you'd send someone around.
gpt
Anything missing, sir?
human
I'm not sure, said Bending carefully.
gpt
I'll have to make a check. I haven't touched anything. I thought I'd leave that for the detectives. But you can see for yourself what's happened.
human
Looks like you had a visitor, all right, said the police officer.
gpt
What is that? A lab of some kind you've got there?
human
That's right, Bending said.
gpt
You can check it with the Register.
human
Will do, Mr. Bending, agreed the sergeant.
gpt
We'll send the Technical Squad around in any case. He paused, and Sam could see that he'd pressed an alarm button. There was more interest in his manner, too.
human
Any signs that it might be kids?
gpt
Hard to tell. Might be. Might not. He knew good and well that it wasn't a JD gang that had invaded his lab. He grinned ingratiatingly.
human
I figure you guys can tell me more about that than I could tell you.
gpt
Sure. O.K., Mr. Bending; you just hold on. Don't touch anything; we'll have a copter out there as soon as we can. O.K.?
human
O.K.,