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I have at the same time attended to the laws of interest and duty in replacing Messieurs Lyodot and D'Eymeris in the hands of the archers." "Then it was you who threw the man out of the window?" "It was I, myself," replied D'Artagnan, modestly "And you who killed Menneville?" "I had that misfortune," said D'Artagnan, bowing like a man who is being congratulated.
And the crowd opened before them as though before the prow of a vessel. At that moment D'Artagnan and Menneville found themselves face to face. "Passage, passage!" cried Menneville, seeing that he was within an arm's length of the door. "No one passes here," said D'Artagnan. "Take that, then!" said Menneville, firing his pistol, almost within arm's length.
I repeat it, Monsieur Fouquet many be called what they please, but he is a very gentlemanly man." "And," continued Colbert, "are you quite sure Menneville is dead?" D'Artagnan thought the time was come for him to make his appearance. "Perfectly, monsieur;" replied he, advancing suddenly. "Oh! is that you, monsieur?" said Colbert.
"Here is some money in account," said D'Artagnan, putting into their hands a purse containing two thousand five hundred livres in gold. "Go and wait for me at Calais, you know where." And D'Artagnan heaved a profound sigh, as he let the purse fall into the hands of Menneville. "What, are you leaving us?" cried the men. "For a short time," said D'Artagnan, "or for a long time, who knows?
D'Artagnan remarked among the groups, and those groups the most animated, the face of the cavalier whom he had seen enter by the door of communication from his garden, and who had gone upstairs to harangue the drinkers. That man was organizing troops and giving orders. "Mordioux!" said D'Artagnan to himself, "I was not deceived; I know that man, it is Menneville. What the devil is he doing here?"
In a year come to me, and, Mordioux! I will make something of you." Menneville swore, as his comrades had sworn, that he would be as silent as the grave. And yet some one must have spoken; and as, certainly, it was not one of the nine companions, and quite as certainly, it was not Menneville, it must have been D'Artagnan, who, in his quality of a Gascon, had his tongue very near to his lips.
He recounted Vatel's expedition to La Fontaine, he related the history of Menneville and the skinny fowl to Pelisson, in such a manner that all the table heard it. A tempest of laughter and jokes ensued, which was only checked by a serious and even sad gesture from Pelisson.
"Then you say," resumed the deceived intendant, "that the initiative came from the people? Menneville was my enemy, I would have had him hung, and he knew it well. Menneville belonged to the Abbe Fouquet the affair originated with Fouquet; does not everybody know that the condemned were his friends from childhood?" "That is true," thought D'Artagnan, "and thus are all my doubts cleared up.
Menneville and his men, who were dragging along the culprits, were within ten paces of the door. Menneville made a last effort. "Passage! passage!" cried he, pistol in hand. "Burn them! burn them!" repeated the crowd. "The Image-de-Notre-Dame is on fire! Burn the thieves! burn the monopolists in the Image-de-Notre-Dame!"
"Then you say," resumed the deceived intendant, "that the initiative came from the people? Menneville was my enemy; I would have had him hung, and he knew it well. Menneville belonged to the Abbe Fouquet the affair originated with Fouquet; does not everybody know that the condemned were his friends from childhood?" "That is true," thought D'Artagnan, "and thus are all my doubts cleared up.
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