human
Why, bless my heart, boy! he explained for Courtney.
gpt
At two-thirty, neither Courtney nor Johnny Gamble owned a penny's worth of interest in the Terminal Hotel site, if that's the property you mean--and of course you do.
human
No, laughed Courtney.
gpt
At that hour we sold it outright to Morton Washer for a cool half-million profit, which my friend Johnny and I divide equally. I saw him make the entry in his book. He has twenty-four hours in which to loaf on that remarkable schedule of his. Johnny Gamble is a wonderful young man!
human
Who's that's such a wonderful young man? snapped a jerky little voice.
gpt
Johnny Gamble? You bet he is! He skinned me!
human
We're all here now except the youngsters and the ladies, said Courtney.
gpt
Possibly they're inside. Coming in, Gresham?
human
No, I think not, announced Gresham, sickly.
gpt
Who's giving the party?
human
Johnny Gamble, snapped Washer.
gpt
It's in honor of me!