human
It is my duty, said Berry,
gpt
Why?
human
Because upon that day I propose to dispense justice in my capacity of a Justice of the Peace. I shall discriminate between neither rich nor poor. Beggars and billionaires shall get it equally in the neck. Innocent and guilty alike----
gpt
That'll do, said Daphne.
human
What about Thursday?
gpt
Thursday's clear. One moment, though. I had an idea there was something on that day. For a second he drummed on the table, clearly cudgelling his brains. Suddenly,
human
I knew it, he cried.
gpt
That's the day of the sale. You know. Merry Down. I don't know what's the matter with my memory. I've got some rotten news.
human
What?
gpt
A terrible fellow's after it. One Dunkelsbaum. Origin doubtful--very. Last known address, Argentina. Naturalized in July, 1914. Strictly neutral during the War, but managed to net over a million out of cotton, which he sold to the Central Powers _at a lower price than Great Britain offered_ before we tightened the blockade. Never interned, of course. Well, he tried to buy Merry Down by private treaty, but Sir Anthony wouldn't sell to him. They say the sweep's crazy about the place and that he means to have it at any price. Jolly, isn't it?