“And you will proceed to the Rond-point du Bois-Rochin. Do you know the spot?”
“Yes, sire. I have fought there twice.”
“What!” exclaimed the king, amazed at the reply.
“Under the edicts, sire, of Cardinal Richelieu,” returned D’Artagnan, with his usual impassability.
“That is very different, monsieur. You will, therefore, go there, and will examine the locality very carefully. A man has been wounded there, and you will find a horse lying dead. You will tell me what your opinion is upon the whole affair.”
“Very good, sire.”
“As a matter of course, it is your own opinion I require, and not that of any one else.”
“You shall have it in an hour’s time, sire.”
“I prohibit your speaking with any one, whoever it may be.”
“Except with the person who must give me a lantern,” said D’Artagnan.