It was about nine o'clock in the morning. After rescuing his friend Fandor from his perilous situation, he had taken the unfortunate journalist to his own home in Rue Richer and called in a physician of the quarter, Doctor Gast. An examination of the patient showed that he had received no serious injury, merely some abrasions and one or two burns.
As Juve and the Doctor answered his call for food, Fandor sat up and without surprise or question repeated his cry:
"I'm dying of hunger. Hurry up and give me something to eat."
The Doctor took his pulse, then suggested:
"Something light won't hurt him, say, a slice of ham."
A formidable oath was the reply:
"No, thanks!... anything you like, but not ham."
"All right ... a chicken wing instead."
This seemed to satisfy Fandor, who added:
"While I'm awful hungry, don't forget that I'm just as thirsty!"