"In person."
"And why did he fire at us? What have we done to him?"
"Pardieu! You received what the prisoner threw to you?"
"That is true."
"That plate—the prisoner has written something on the bottom of it, has he not?"
"Yes."
"Good heavens! I was afraid he had."
And D'Artagnan, with all the marks of mortal disquietude, seized the plate, to read the inscription. When he had read it, a fearful pallor spread over his countenance. "Oh! Good heavens!" repeated he. "Silence!—Here is the governor."
"And what will he do to us? Is it our fault?"
"It is true, then?" said Athos, in a subdued voice. "Is it true?"