human
In Heaven's name, man, what's the idea?
gpt
I'm getting out,
human
Poor old Cassis is flapping in the wind.
gpt
Can't understand their motive, he repeated over and over again.
human
If they believe they've got Barraclough tucked safely away, what can they gain by this stock juggling?
gpt
They are laying a false scent presumably,
human
They must be aware that we know about the kidnapping.
gpt
I imagine so. At any rate Cranbourne intends to put them wise.
human
Then where's the object?
gpt
Our friend Frencham Altar has disappointed 'em perhaps, so they turn their attentions once more to our humble selves.
human
Makes me almost wish we'd left the whole thing alone. Seventy thousand pounds in three weeks. Appalling! Appalling!
gpt
But consider how we shall be requited when Barraclough turns up with the concession.
human
We shall know at eleven o'clock tonight.
gpt
That's purely hypothetical.
human
My dear Cassis, the world is made up of hypotheses--dreams that sometimes come true. What are you doing with your holdings in Estuary?
gpt
I'm selling.
human
On the contrary, my friend. This is a fight and we fight to a finish, please. By your leave we do not take the count until tomorrow morning.
gpt
I'm not made of money,
human
Very well then, if you are determined to sell--sell to me.
gpt
Are you crazy?
human
Possibly. Come over here.