The Three Musketeers

camp? From here to Paris it is a hundred and forty leagues; before our letter was at Angers we should be in a dungeon."
    "As to remitting a letter with safety to her Majesty," said Aramis, coloring, "I will take that upon myself. I know a clever person at Tours—"
    Aramis stopped on seeing Athos smile.
    "Well, do you not adopt this means, Athos?" said d'Artagnan.
    "I do not reject it altogether," said Athos; "but I wish to remind Aramis that he cannot quit the camp, and that nobody but one of ourselves is trustworthy; that two hours after the messenger has set out, all the Capuchins, all the police, all the black caps of the cardinal, will know your letter by heart, and you and your clever person will be arrested."
    "Without reckoning," objected Porthos, "that the queen would save Monsieur de Buckingham, but would take no heed of us."
    "Gentlemen," said d'Artagnan, "what Porthos says is full of sense."
    "Ah, ah! but what's going on in the city yonder?" said Athos.
    "They are beating the general alarm."
    The four friends listened, and the sound of the drum plainly reached them.
    "You see, they are going to send a whole regiment against us," said Athos.
    "You don't think of holding out against a whole regiment, do you?" said Porthos.
    "Why not?" said Musketeer. "I feel myself quite in a humor for it; and I would hold out before an army if we had taken the precaution to bring a dozen more bottles of wine."
    "Upon my word, the drum draws near," said d'Artagnan.
    "Let it come," said Athos. "It is a quarter of an hour's journey from here to the city, consequently a quarter of an hour's journey from the city to hither. That is more than time enough for us to devise a plan. If we go from this place we shall never find another so suitable. Ah, stop! I have it, gentlemen; the right idea has just occurred to me."
    "Tell us."
    "Allow me to give Grimaud some indispensable orders."
    Athos made a sign for his lackey to approach.
    "Grimaud," said Athos, pointing to the bodies which lay under the wall of the bastion, "take those gentlemen, set them up against the wall, put their hats upon their heads, and their guns in their hands."
    "Oh, the great man!" cried d'Artagnan. "I comprehend now."
    "You comprehend?" said Porthos.
    "And do you comprehend, Grimaud?" said Aramis.
    Grimaud made a sign in the affirmative.
    "That's all that is necessary," said Athos; "now for my idea."
    "I should like, however, to comprehend," said Porthos.
    "That is useless."
    "Yes, yes! Athos's idea!" cried Aramis and d'Artagnan, at the same time.
    "This Milady, this woman, this creature, this demon, has a brother-in-law, as I think you told me, d'Artagnan?"
    "Yes, I know him very well; and I also believe that he has not a very warm affection for his sister-in-law."
    "There is no harm in that. If he detested her, it would be all the better," replied Athos.
    "In that case we are as well off as we wish."
    "And yet," said Porthos, "I would like to know what Grimaud is about."
    "Silence, Porthos!" said Aramis.
    "What is her brother-in-law's name?"
    "Lord de Winter."
    "Where is he now?"
    "He returned to London at the first sound of war."
    "Well, there's just the man we want," said Athos. "It is he whom we must warn. We will have him informed that his sister-in-law is on the point of having someone assassinated, and beg him not to lose sight of her. There is in London, I hope, some establishment like that of the Magdalens, or of the Repentant Daughters. He must place his sister in one of these, and we shall be in peace."
    "Yes," said d'Artagnan, "till she comes out."
    "Ah, my faith!" said Athos, "you require too much, d'Artagnan. I have given you all I have, and I beg leave to tell you that this is the bottom of my sack."
    "But I think it would be still better," said Aramis, "to inform the queen and Lord de Winter at the same time."
    "Yes; but who is to carry the letter to Tours, and who to London?"
    "I answer for Bazin," said Aramis.
    "And I for Planchet," said d'Artagnan.
    "Ay," said Porthos, "if we cannot leave the camp, our lackeys may."
    "To be sure they may; and this very day we will write the letters," said Aramis. "Give the lackeys money, and they will start."
    "We will give them money?" replied Athos. "Have you any money?"
    The four friends looked at one another, and a cloud came over the brows which but lately had been so cheerful.
    "Look out!" cried d'Artagnan, "I see black points and red points moving yonder. Why did you talk of a regiment, Athos? It is