“Are you better?” asked Moïse.
“What happened?” I asked. “How did I get back to my room? Did we find anything?”
The Pimple patted me affectionately on the shoulder. “Magnificent!” he said. “You have been in a trance. You found the revolver.”
“No!” I exclaimed. “Where?”
They led me to the hole. “Bless my soul!” I said. “Did I dig that?”
“Not all,” said the Pimple. “When you found the revolver you fainted. Then the Cook and I, we digged the ground, but found nothing.”
“What?” I said. “You dug?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’ve spoiled everything then! The Spook ordered you to do nothing without instructions from me.”
“You think the Spirit will be angered?”