“Silence, and answer me.”
“Interrogate me, M. Chicot; you have the right.”
“How are the others escaping?”
“As fast as they can.”
“So I imagine; but where?”
“By the hole.”
“Mordieu! what hole?”
“The hole in the cemetery cellar.”
“Is that what you call the cave?”
“Oh! no; the door of that was guarded outside. The great cardinal, just as he was about to open it, heard a Swiss say, ‘Mich dwistel,’ which means, ‘I am thirsty.’”