human
Is this the road that runs into the Carlin road?
gpt
Yes,
human
Would you favor me with the time?
gpt
It is about ten o'clock.
human
Thank you, sir; now maybe you'll tell me whether this house was robbed this evening just before the thunderstorm?
gpt
Yes, it was, replied the gentleman.
human
How did you learn about it?
gpt
From the two thieves themselves.
human
You learned the fact from the thieves?
gpt
Yes, sir.
human
Pray, who are you, young man? You seem to be a stranger in this vicinity.
gpt
I am a stranger. My name is Dick Darling. I live in New York, and am employed by Roger Bacon, wholesale dealer in watches, jewelry and silverware. I was sent with a package to Mr. Goodrich, of Springville, a few miles from here, this afternoon, but after delivering it I found that the accommodation train for Jersey City, which stops at Springville at six-fifteen, had met with an accident which put it out of business, and being anxious to get home, the agent told me that if I walked to Carlin, six miles north, I could catch the next express, which stopped there at seven-thirty-eight. I started to walk, and got on all right till I came to where the road joined another, this one, in fact. I took this one by mistake and it brought me out here, away from Carlin, though I did not know at the time that I was going wrong. Then the thunderstorm came on and I took refuge in the vacant house up yonder.