“Arrested!” he cried out; “by whom?”
“By D’Artagnan.”
“It is impossible,” said Porthos.
“My dear friend, it is perfectly true.”
Porthos turned towards Grimaud, as if he needed a second confirmation of the intelligence.
Grimaud nodded his head. “And where have they taken him?”
“Probably to the Bastile.”
“What makes you think that?”
“As we came along we questioned some persons, who saw the carriage pass; and others who saw it enter the Bastile.”
“Oh!” muttered Porthos.