human
Here's the gent I told you of, said he, nodding in the direction of a hawk-faced little man smoking a vile cigar, who was sitting with his feet upon a table.
gpt
I'll leave you alone,
human
Howdy, remarked Gottlieb, without arising or removing his cigar.
gpt
Mike tells me you're charged with obtaining money by false pretences.
human
What! gasped Toby, grasping the table for support.
gpt
False pretences!
human
Flying a bit of bad paper, eh? Come now, didn't you cash a check on the Cotton Exchange Bank for about six hundred dollars when there was only fifteen on deposit? Don't try to bluff me. I know your sort. Lucky if you don't get ten years.
gpt
Save me! wailed Toby.
human
Yes, I did cash a check, come to think of it, for that amount, but I had no idea my account had run so low.
gpt
How much have you got left?