“Fortunately, Monsieur d’Artagnan is in our hands, and you shall be confronted with him.”
“By my faith, I ask no better,” cried Bonacieux; “I shall not be sorry to see the face of an acquaintance.”
“Bring in the Monsieur d’Artagnan,” said the commissary to the guards. The two guards led in Athos.
“Monsieur d’Artagnan,” said the commissary, addressing Athos, “declare all that passed yesterday between you and Monsieur.”
“But,” cried Bonacieux, “this is not Monsieur d’Artagnan whom you show me.”
“What! Not Monsieur d’Artagnan?” exclaimed the commissary.
“Not the least in the world,” replied Bonacieux.
“What is this gentleman’s name?” asked the commissary.
“I cannot tell you; I don’t know him.”
“How! You don’t know him?”