human
There's some devil's work in this,
gpt
What is it?
human
Who is the girl in there? Where did she come from? How did she get here? Why does she-- He stopped abruptly, and, pressing the fingers of his two hands against his forehead, he stroked the brows over his closed eyes as if he were combing away error.
gpt
No, no! he changed,
human
I--I'll try to come,
gpt
You _must_ come, insisted the detective.
human
Remember, nine o'clock,
gpt
Yes, yes, quite so, murmured the sacristan, following him.
human
But, M. Paul--er--which day do you sail?
gpt
I may not sail at all.
human
But the--the position in Rio Janeiro?
gpt
A thousand thunders! Don't talk to me! cried the other, and there was such black rage in his look that Bonneton cowered away, clasping and unclasping his hands and murmuring meekly:
human
Ah, yes, exactly.