human
There is one question I must beg to ask Monsieur, said Waring, as the two clasped hands.
gpt
Is there not still a member of your family who entertains the idea that it was I who killed Armand Lascelles?
human
Ah, monsieur, he answered,
gpt
I could not venture to intrude myself upon a grief so sacred. I have not seen Madame, and who is there who could--who would--tell her of Armand's----
human
Let us try to see that she never does know, said Waring.
gpt
These are the men we need to find: the driver of the cab, the stranger whose name sounded so like yours, a tall, swarthy, black-haired, black-eyed fellow with pointed moustache----
human
exclaimed Lascelles,--
gpt
Oh, we'll nail him, said Cram.
human
Two of the best detectives in the South are on his trail now.
gpt
Bless my soul! said Brax, whose diameter seemed in no wise increased by the quart of Roederer he had swallowed with such gusto,--
human
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