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"Lyodot, yesterday at daybreak; D'Eymeris, the day before yesterday, in the evening, as he was returning from the house of his mistress; their disappearance had disturbed nobody; but at length M. Colbert all at once raised the mask, and caused the affair to be published; it is being cried by sound of trumpet, at this moment in Paris, and, in truth, monseigneur, there is scarcely anybody but yourself ignorant of the event."
"That is well: but would these bandits attack an armed force?" "They are used to that." "Then get your hundred and twenty men together, abbe." "Directly. But where?" "On the road to Vincennes, to-morrow, at two o'clock precisely." "To carry off Lyodot and D'Eymeris? There will be blows to be got!" "A number, no doubt; are you afraid?" "Not for myself, but for you."
You have seen M. d'Artagnan in Paris, have you not?" "Certes, and think him a man of intelligence, and even a man of heart; although he did bring about the death of our dear friends, Lyodot and D'Eymeris." "Alas! yes, I heard of that. At Tours I met the courier who was bringing me the letter from Gourville, and the dispatches from Pellisson. Have you seriously reflected on that event, monsieur?"
"MM. d'Eymeris and Lyodot," said D'Artagnan. "Do you know those names, Aramis?" "No," said the prelate, disdainfully; "they sound like the names of financiers." "Exactly; so they were." "Oh! M. Fouquet allows his friends to be hanged, then," said Porthos. "And why not?" said Aramis. "Why, it seems to me " "If these culprits were hanged, it was by order of the king.
"A sentence?" said the superintendent, with a shudder and pallor he could not conceal. "A sentence! and on whom?" "Two of your best friends." "Lyodot and D'Eymeris, do you mean? But what sort of a sentence?" "Sentence of death." "Passed? Oh! you must be mistaken, Gourville; that is impossible." "Here is a copy of the sentence which the king is to sign to-day, if he has not already signed it."
"I will tell you that in their presence, monsieur; at the same time that I will give you ample means of palliating this escape." "Escape! Why, then, monseigneur does not know?" "What?" "That Messieurs Lyodot and D'Eymeris are no longer here." "Since when?" cried Fouquet, in great agitation. "About a quarter of an hour." "Whither have they gone, then?" "To Vincennes to the donjon."
"Think well of this, abbe, Lyodot and D'Eymeris at Vincennes are a prelude of ruin for my house. I repeat it I arrested, you will be imprisoned I imprisoned, you will be exiled." "Monsieur, I am at your orders; have you any to give me?"
"D'Eymeris and Lyodot!" cried Fouquet, reading the paper eagerly again. "Friends of M. F.," pointed the marquise with her finger. "But what is the meaning of these words: 'To be condemned by the Chamber of Justice'?" "Dame!" said the marquise, "that is clear enough, I think. Besides, that is not all.
"A sentence?" said the superintendent, with a shudder and pallor he could not conceal. "A sentence! and on whom?" "Two of your best friends." "Lyodot and D'Eymeris, do you mean? But what sort of a sentence?" "Sentence of death." "Passed? Oh! you must be mistaken, Gourville; that is impossible." "Here is a copy of the sentence which the king is to sign to-day, if he has not already signed it."
Read on, read on;" and Fouquet continued, "The two first to death, the third to be dismissed, with MM. d'Hautemont and de la Vallette, who will only have their property confiscated." "Great God!" cried Fouquet, "to death, to death! Lyodot and D'Eymeris.
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