human
He's a fine little chap, isn't he, Grid? Pargeter was fingering absently a yellowing packet of Vanderlyn's letters:
gpt
Fancy keeping your old letters! What a queer thing to do!
human
I suppose this is the last note you wrote to her?
gpt
L. V.
human
Well, it's no use our wasting any more time here, is it? We'd better go downstairs and have a smoke. Why--why, Grid!--what's the matter?
gpt
It's nothing, said Vanderlyn, roughly,
human
I'll be all right in a minute or two----
gpt
I don't wonder you're upset, said the other, moodily.
human
But just think what it must be for _me_. I can't stand much more of it. It's been simply awful since Peggy's brother and that cousin of hers arrived. They treat me as if I were a murderer! They're at the Prefecture of Police now, making what they're pleased to call their own enquiries.