human
Well, my friends, said he in his smooth, low-pitched voice,
gpt
I promised you something when I saw you again, and I'm here to fulfil that promise. The riddle of Sir Andrew's death is a riddle no longer. If you will have patience for a short time I shall explain a few things to you, and then----
human
You know who killed my husband, then? You know?--you know? bleated out Lady Paula, starting to her feet with white face and hands clasped close against her breast.
gpt
You have found out the secret of his murder, Mr. Deland?
human
Yes--and I know who his murderer was, too, Lady Paula, returned Cleek sharply.
gpt
Sit down, Mr. Duggan, I beg of you. The door is guarded, as you can see--both outside and in--and perhaps it might be as well if I added caution to care and turned the key in the door--so. Speaking, he crossed the room in rapid strides, locked the door, and dropped the key into his pocket.
human
Prevention is better than cure, you know. Yes, Lady Paula, I know who murdered Sir Andrew, and I know how it was done. A dastardly deed at best--an abominable crime upon humanity in return for a family wrong. The old question of a vendetta--though of so recent a date as to be a mere matter of seventeen years back. You have been married that long, have you not? You are surprised, I see. Well, I confess it, so was I. And when you mix up such other unpleasant ingredients as a woman's ill-timed ambition, a blackmailer, and the green-eyed god jealousy, you find a very unpleasant mess of pottage indeed.