Midge wondered if she was Italian, but her neighbour, when she asked him, said not. Russian, he thought, but he spoke so slowly and oddly that Midge turned sharply to look at him. He was slumped forward in his seat, his arms dangling. Oh help, she thought, what next? With quite an effort she heaved him up again. "Aren't you feeling well?" she asked him.
"I think I've been poisoned," he said, slurring his words.
"Oh, go on with you," said Midge, "I thought the snacks were delicious.
From WHERE IS SUSAN?, Chapter 1, Sunday, September the Third.