The Three Musketeers

exposed to rigorous treatment on account of police affairs."
    The expression was imprudent; but M. de Treville launched it with knowledge of his cause. He was desirous of an explosion, because in that case the mine throws forth fire, and fire enlightens.
    "Police affairs!" cried the king, taking up Treville's words, "police affairs! And what do you know about them, Monsieur? Meddle with your Musketeers, and do not annoy me in this way. It appears, according to your account, that if by mischance a Musketeer is arrested, France is in danger. What a noise about a Musketeer! I would arrest ten of them, VENTREBLEU, a hundred, even, all the company, and I would not allow a whisper."
    "From the moment they are suspected by your Majesty," said Treville, "the Musketeers are guilty; therefore, you see me prepared to surrender my sword—for after having accused my soldiers, there can be no doubt that Monsieur the Cardinal will end by accusing me. It is best to constitute myself at once a prisoner with Athos, who is already arrested, and with d'Artagnan, who most probably will be."
    "Gascon-headed man, will you have done?" said the king.
    "Sire," replied Treville, without lowering his voice in the least, "either order my Musketeer to be restored to me, or let him be tried."
    "He shall be tried," said the cardinal.
    "Well, so much the better; for in that case I shall demand of his Majesty permission to plead for him."
    The king feared an outbreak.
    "If his Eminence," said he, "did not have personal motives—"
    The cardinal saw what the king was about to say and interrupted him:
    "Pardon me," said he; "but the instant your Majesty considers me a prejudiced judge, I withdraw."
    "Come," said the king, "will you swear, by my father, that Athos was at your residence during the event and that he took no part in it?"
    "By your glorious father, and by yourself, whom I love and venerate above all the world, I swear it."
    "Be so kind as to reflect, sire," said the cardinal. "If we release the prisoner thus, we shall never know the truth."
    "Athos may always be found," replied Treville, "ready to answer, when it shall please the gownsmen to interrogate him. He will not desert, Monsieur the Cardinal, be assured of that; I will answer for him."
    "No, he will not desert," said the king; "he can always be found, as Treville says. Besides," added he, lowering his voice and looking with a suppliant air at the cardinal, "let us give them apparent security; that is policy."
    This policy of Louis XIII made Richelieu smile.
    "Order it as you please, sire; you possess the right of pardon."
    "The right of pardoning only applies to the guilty," said Treville, who was determined to have the last word, "and my Musketeer is innocent. It is not mercy, then, that you are about to accord, sire, it is justice."
    "And he is in the Fort l'Eveque?" said the king.
    "Yes, sire, in solitary confinement, in a dungeon, like the lowest criminal."
    "The devil!" murmured the king; "what must be done?"
    "Sign an order for his release, and all will be said," replied the cardinal. "I believe with your Majesty that Monsieur de Treville's guarantee is more than sufficient."
    Treville bowed very respectfully, with a joy that was not unmixed with fear; he would have preferred an obstinate resistance on the part of the cardinal to this sudden yielding.
    The king signed the order for release, and Treville carried it away without delay. As he was about to leave the presence, the cardinal gave him a friendly smile, and said, "A perfect harmony reigns, sire, between the leaders and the soldiers of your Musketeers, which must be profitable for the service and honorable to all."
    "He will play me some dog's trick or other, and that immediately," said Treville. "One has never the last word with such a man. But let us be quick—the king may change his mind in an hour; and at all events it is more difficult to replace a man in the Fort l'Eveque or the Bastille who has got out, than to keep a prisoner there who is in."
    M. de Treville made his entrance triumphantly into the Fort l'Eveque, whence he delivered the Musketeer, whose peaceful indifference had not for a moment abandoned him.
    The first time he saw d'Artagnan, "You have come off well," said he to him; "there is your Jussac thrust paid for. There still remains that of Bernajoux, but you must not be too confident."
    As to the rest, M. de Treville had good reason to mistrust the cardinal and to think that all was not over, for