He dropped back on the bed, from which he had risen valiantly in his eagerness to be stirring, and faintly proclaimed his inability to grasp what the detective was saying.
"Ah, _Grand Dieu_!" he murmured.

"I am eel; fetch a doctaire.

My brain, eet ees, vat you say, _etourdi_." "You will soon recover from your illness.

Come, now, pull yourself together, and tell me who the men were who tied you up, and why, if you can give a reason." The Frenchman shut his eyes, and groaned.
"I am stranjare here, Monsieur le Commissaire," he said brokenly.

"I know no ones, nodings.