“No, by your Eminence.”
“By me? You are insane, Monsieur.”
“Monseigneur will doubtless recognize his own handwriting.”
And d’Artagnan presented to the cardinal the precious piece of paper which Athos had forced from Milady, and which he had given to d’Artagnan to serve him as a safeguard.
His Eminence took the paper, and read in a slow voice, dwelling upon every syllable:
“It is by my order and for the good of the state that the bearer of this has done what he has done.
The cardinal, after having read these two lines, sank into a profound reverie; but he did not return the paper to d’Artagnan.
He is meditating by what sort of punishment he shall cause me to die , said the Gascon to himself. Well, my faith! he shall see how a gentleman can die.
The young musketeer was in excellent disposition to die heroically.
Richelieu still continued thinking, rolling and unrolling the paper in his hands.
At length he raised his head, fixed his eagle look upon that loyal, open, and intelligent countenance, read upon that face, furrowed with tears, all the sufferings its possessor had endured in the course of a month, and reflected for the third or fourth time how much there was in that youth of twenty-one years before him, and what resources his activity, his courage, and his shrewdness might offer to a good master. On the other side, the crimes, the power, and the infernal genius of