A sword-stick is no match for a pair of Corsican daggers.

The next time I take a walk I must have a revolver.

Is that fellow dead, do you think?
If he is, I shall be still more in your debt." I looked at the prostrate man's face, then at his head.

"No," I said, "there is no fracture.

He is only stunned." My diagnosis was verified almost as soon as it was spoken.