human
My God! shivered the commissary.
gpt
What is that?
human
We're acting like children, he muttered.
gpt
It's nothing. I told them at the office to ring me up about nine. And he put the receiver to his ear.
human
Yes, this is M. Pougeot.... What?... The Ansonia?... You say he's shot?... In a private dining room?... Dead?... _Quel malheur!_ ... Then he gave quick orders:
gpt
Send Papa Tignol over with a doctor and three or four _agents_. Close the restaurant. Don't let anyone go in or out. Don't let anyone leave the banquet room. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Good-by.
human
A quarter past nine. We must hurry. Then, flinging open a drawer in his desk:
gpt
I want this and--_this_. Come, the automobile is waiting.