human
Well? Well? You are bringing word of her?
gpt
Her?
human
My daughter! Theodore Dalton thundered.
gpt
What----
human
I know nothing about your daughter, Dalton, Hitchin said, with his icy smile.
gpt
Will you be seated?
human
No! said the master of the house.
gpt
What the devil do you want here, if it isn't about my daughter?
human
I want just five minutes conversation with you, on a matter which concerns you most vitally.
gpt
Look here, sir, he said, with a calm of his own which was decidedly impressive.
human
If you're jackass enough to come in here on the morning when my daughter--_my daughter_--has disappeared--if you're clown enough to try to sell me anything----
gpt
I'm not trying to sell you anything; I'm trying to tell you something!
human
Tell me what?
gpt
Dalton, said Hobart Hitchin,
human
The boy, David Prentiss--or what remains of the boy, David Prentiss--has just been brought into your house. _And I know!_
gpt
Murder will out! said he.
human
Murder----
gpt
Theodore Dalton snarled.
human
What the----
gpt
David Prentiss, who was murdered last night, has been brought here! the palpable lunatic pursued.
human
Don't shout! Don't try to strike me! _Look!_