"Hmm," Honore muttered to himself. "We got sum knda problems here. One guy been kilt, some guy been runnin' tru da train bonking me onna head wit a fiddle and now I'm chasing women 'cordian players. Wot's gonna happen next? Dere otta be a law aginit. We in dire straits!"

The porter, standing behind him said, "Sir, there is a law against violins in the straits!"