"Well, Doctor?"
"Well, Monsieur, I find everything going well. Our patient has had a good meal and is now sleeping peacefully. By to-morrow, M. Fandor will be all right again. It was, however, about time he got food, for in my judgment he pretty nearly died of hunger."
"That's what I can't understand."
"When you went back just now to the scene of the accident, didn't you learn any of the details?"
Juve answered evasively:
"Nothing to speak of, Doctor, merely that the wounds of the passengers are not serious. As to the cause of the explosion, I have a notion that it may have been due to an escape of gas. I noticed a strong odor of it about. Probably a spark set it off."
The doctor now took his leave, and no sooner was he well out of the door when a joyful whistle came from the sick man's room. Juve could not restrain an exclamation of surprise as he looked into the bedroom. Fandor was already partly dressed and in the act of lacing up his boots.
"You are crazy to get up in your condition!"
"Hang my condition, I feel as strong as a horse and as hungry as a bear."
Juve laughed.