human
Well, she continued in a low voice, almost as though she were speaking to herself,
gpt
Vickers! I gasped.
human
The sleek-haired fellow who was arrested this morning?
gpt
The same, she answered hoarsely.
human
He was the man who met me in Paris, and into whose unscrupulous hands and those of his associates I so innocently fell. A few days after receiving the note from the Admiral, Vickers was, I found, in London, and late one evening I slipped out of the house to the corner of Berkeley Square, and there delivered the Admiral's reply into his hands. He remained in England, but somehow-- why I really can't tell--I began to suspect that his mode of life was not altogether honest. Perhaps it was because one day the Admiral, who came to stay with us at Ryhall, was very inquisitive about him, and added that he sincerely hoped I had broken off the acquaintanceship. At any rate, although I sometimes met him I no longer entertained any affection for him. My girlish idol was, indeed, broken sadly when just as I made my _debut_ in society he began to write letters compelling me to meet him, and commenced to seek information from me concerning the habits and movements of certain people whom I met in our set in London. Well, she sighed,
gpt
And what did he reveal?