human
Sorry to be a trifle hasty, Mr. Rodwell, he said.
gpt
I saw the shape of this little weapon in your pocket and it didn't seem altogether agreeable to me. We are not great at firearms over this side, you know.
human
What sort of a game is this? Rodwell muttered, though he was pale to the lips.
gpt
Blanche----
human
Mr. Bundercombe! she exclaimed feebly.
gpt
Mr. Bundercombe!
human
So this is your silly old fool, is it? Rodwell hissed.
gpt
This is the old fool you could twist round your finger, who found the money for your manicure parlor, and who was in love with you, eh? What are you, anyway? he added, turning furiously upon Mr. Bundercombe.
human
A cop? Is this why you were trying to put up to me a few weeks ago?
gpt
Nothing of the sort!
human
Then what is it you want? Rodwell demanded.
gpt
Is it a share of the swag you're after?
human
I am afraid, he sighed,