human
Well, let's drink to the heir, old boy; and so long as I can make him play the piper, why thin it's myself that will, and bedad to him.
gpt
Long life to the heir!
human
What's the time of day by your ticker?
gpt
Just upon eleven. The lad was to be here by then, wasn't he?
human
Yes, by eleven. I'd like to know what he wants with me now.
gpt
Noah's ark.
human
You may be thankful, sir, he then said in a low voice,
gpt
raising his cap,
human
Halt! cried Jones, laying his hand on the lad's shoulder.
gpt
What makes you so late?
human
What's the odds to you? Let me go, replied the boy, with a mixture of impudence and cunning in his face.
gpt
I'm not not bound for you.
human
You're bound for 'Noah's Ark,' though.
gpt
Are you Mr. Sullivan?
human
Of course I am.
gpt
Oh! then here's the letter, and you're to see if it's all right.
human
All right, said Detective Jones, opening the note and glancing at its contents;
gpt
Five shillings, and not a stiver less, is my fare.
human
Here you are then, you small imp of iniquity;