human
Lucky you loosened the dirk,
gpt
Is he killed?
human
I'M FRIGHTFULLY SORRY WE STARTLED YOU SO
gpt
He's only stunned. Take the case, Joey.
human
I expect this was what he worked in the Lab to get done unsuspected.
gpt
Think he's got poisonous germs or something bottled there?
human
I'm no chemist; but you bet it's some putrid game, like spreading a rotten disease by water. We've got to hand it over to the police any way, and some bacteriologist will tell us all about it. But first we'll have this chap into the car. Can you spare one of those sash things you wear? We'd better tie his hands behind him, or he'll be getting away when he comes to.
gpt
Doesn't he look different without his moustache!
human
Oh, he's shaved that, has he?
gpt
He took it off in the Lab; it wasn't a real one,
human
You saw a fair lot through your keyhole! Well, I suppose it's pretty clear that our gentleman was in the habit of altering his appearance for reasons of his own. Another item in his bill. But he didn't show the usual Hun attention to detail--when he took the key out before he had finished everything, did he?
gpt
He thought no one would know where he was. He forgot Tiddles, I expect,
human
Tiddles? Oh, the Belgian baby! Yes, I expect he forgot her. So she knew you were there.
gpt
Yes; I think she saw my shoe sticking out of the hole I made in the roof, and fetched Frances--the pet! Joey said.
human
I say, Gabrielle, _do_ you think I'll be in a fearful row with Miss Conyngham again? for I've done dreadful things in the Lab, besides coming out all untidy.
gpt
I doubt if you'll get it in the neck from your Miss Conyngham this time, John told her cheeringly.
human
But now we must attend to business. How do you find yourself now, sir? Can you get into my car, or do you want to be helped there?
gpt
No go, said John.
human
You had better come quietly. I'm sorry we had to tie you up; but we'll make you as comfortable as we can.
gpt
I do not understand dis outrage, he said.
human
I shall spik of it to Miss Conyngham instantly. Dese girls shall be punished....
gpt
I'm afraid you've cut your cheek a bit, John said concernedly.
human
Let me get your handkerchief--do you keep it in your pocket or up your sleeve? It's the violet handkerchief I want, the one where the code letters come out when you hold it to the fire--K V, you know.
gpt
What is this fairy tale,
human
Now will you get into the car, Professor Trouville, John said politely.
gpt
I think you see that we have some grounds for this--outrage.
human
I'll drive you to the match if you like, and then this gentleman on to the police station.
gpt
Do you think we might go with John? John, this is Gabrielle, she's Head of the Lower School and a frightful knut, and can give leave for all kinds of things. The other is Noreen, and they're both special friends.
human
Look here, said John to Gabrielle,
gpt
I really think you had better give leave for the three of you to see the affair through. The circumstances are exceptional--and I doubt if there will be much of a match to-day in this wind, anyhow. Besides I'll run you back to Deeping Royal before anyone's missed you, and then you can explain to your boss.
human
Well I think we might, and thank you ever so much,
gpt
Right!