I can't pretend to set a compound fracture in ten minutes, you know! Why couldn't you break your neck and have me sign a death certificate ?" "Didn't occur to me," said Grim.

"But never mind, doc.

You need a rest.

Here's tobacco, lots to read, and an armchair.

Lock yourself in and be happy." "Who's this ?" asked Templeton, looking down at me.
"Deaf and dumb poor devil, earning a few piastres by working for the Intelligence." "Spy, eh?
He looks fit for honest work if he had all his faculties.