human
Yessir. Just dahn there ter the right. Feller wiv the big black moustache. Slim-'ipped Johnny in the dark suit. Got blinkers on 'im like black velvet from wot I sees. Proper furriner--the dirty dog! Find 'im, sir?
gpt
Not yet. Oh! yes, I see! H'm. An _Italian_ all right. But what the dickens is an Italian doing in these outlandish parts? And what attraction can this perishing climate have for people of their ilk? First the Lady of the Castle--and now this one. Unless.... Gad! there might be some connection between 'em. Did you find any trace of Captain Macdonald's handwriting, Dollops, to show me?
human
Yessir. Got a letter from 'is groom. Pinched it while we was a-talkin'. 'E showed it ter me, an' it's in me pocket. Summink wrong _there_, Gov'nor?
gpt
So wrong that it will take more than a little explaining upon the gentleman's part to put it right, my lad, responded Cleek in a whisper.
human
I want to see that letter--badly. But it will have to wait until we are back again at the house. And we'll be back in a jiffy. I'm satisfied with the result of this night's work, in this direction, at any rate, Dollops. You've done well--better than I could have done in similar circumstances, and I'm downright pleased with you!
gpt
Lor', sir! Dollops's voice was choking with joyful emotion.
human
If yer goes and frows any more buckets at me, me chest will expand that big wiv pride as they'll be spottin' us in a trick--strite they will! But I'm glad I've made up for that footlin' mistyke over the lydy.... Gawd! Look, Guv'nor--look! 'Oo's this a-comin' now? A woman--strike me pink, if it ain't! And a lydy, too, from the cut of 'er. Now, 'oo in 'eavin's nyme is _she_?