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"Menneville!" cried Colbert, "what, he who killed Rue de la Huchette, a worthy man who wanted a fat fowl?" "Yes, monsieur; the same." "And did this Menneville also cry, 'Vive Colbert'?" "Louder than all the rest; like a madman." Colbert's brow grew dark and wrinkled. A kind of ambitious glory which had lighted his face was extinguished, like the light of glow-worms we crush beneath the grass.
The cases were opened, the bags of money were thrown out; the horses were unharnessed and the silver and gold loaded on their backs. Three thousand francs in copper were rejected; but a sum in other coin of one hundred and three thousand francs was safely carried off on the four horses. The brigands took the road to the hamlet of Menneville, which is close to Saint-Savin.
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.
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!"
Two pistols on the table and his naked sword made D'Artagnan easy with regard to indiscretions from without. When once at Scheveningen he had felt completely reassured. His men greatly dreaded any conflict with the lords of the soil. He had, besides, interested in his cause him who had morally served him as lieutenant, and whom we have seen reply to the name of Menneville.
But before the cock fell, D'Artagnan had struck up Menneville's arm with the hilt of his sword and passed the blade through his body. "I told you plainly to keep yourself quiet," said D'Artagnan to Menneville, who rolled at his feet. "Passage! passage!" cried the companions of Menneville, at first terrified, but soon recovering, when they found they had only to do with two men.
"I assure you I know absolutely nothing, my dear M. d'Artagnan, and that your words have all been to me so many articles of faith." "I was quite sure you were an intelligent fellow," said the musketeer; "I have tried you for a length of time. These fifty crowns which I give you above the rest will prove the esteem I have for you. Take them." "Thanks, Monsieur d'Artagnan," said Menneville.
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.
"Menneville!" cried Colbert, "what, he who killed Rue de la Huchette, a worthy man who wanted a fat fowl?" "Yes, monsieur; the same." "And did this Menneville also cry, 'Vive Colbert'?" "Louder than all the rest, like a madman." Colbert's brow grew dark and wrinkled. A kind of ambitious glory which had lighted his face was extinguished, like the light of glow-worms we crush beneath the grass.
Danicamp appeared. "Make your report," said Gourville. "Monsieur," replied the messenger, "we received orders to carry off the prisoners, and to cry 'Vive Colbert! whilst carrying them off." "To burn them alive, was it not, abbe?" interrupted Gourville. "Yes, yes, the order was given to Menneville. Menneville knew what was to be done, and Menneville is dead."
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