text_original: With our police it is altogether a matter of the digestion ! Good fortune ! " M. Gerbert rose. He drained his absinthe to the dregs. With a wave of the hand he walked away. Mr. Kennard drew the paper towards him. " I've a mind to see this through."
text_transcription: WITH OUR POLICE IT IS ALTOGETHER A MATTER OF THE DIGESTION GOOD FORTUNE MONSIEUR'S ALBERT ROSE HE DRAINED HIS ABSENCE TO THE DREGS WITH A WAVE OF THE HAND HE WALKED AWAY MISTER CANNARD DREW THE PAPER TOWARDS HIM I'VE A MIND TO SEE THIS THROUGH
phonemes: wɪð ˌaʊɚ pəlˈiːs ɪɾ ɪz ˌɔːltəɡˈɛðɚɹ ɐ mˈæɾɚɹ ʌvðə daɪdʒˈɛstʃən ! ɡˈʊd fˈɔːɹtʃʊn ! " ˈɛm. dʒˈɜːbɚt ɹˈoʊz. hiː dɹˈeɪnd hɪz ˈæbsɪnθ tə ðə dɹˈɛɡz. wɪð ɐ wˈeɪv ʌvðə hˈænd hiː wˈɔːkt ɐwˈeɪ. mˈɪstɚ. kˈɛnɚd dɹˈuː ðə pˈeɪpɚ təwˈɔːɹdz hˌɪm. " aɪv ɐ mˈaɪnd tə sˈiː ðɪs θɹˈuː."