"Who?"
"Saint-Aignan; or if that is not the case, what is the matter?"
"The matter is, that Monsieur le Comte de la Fere has by this time been arrested."
Porthos gave a start that would have thrown down a wall.
"Arrested," he cried out; "by whom?"
"By D'Artagnan."
"It is impossible," said Porthos.
"My dear friend, it is perfectly true."
Porthos turned toward Grimaud, as if he needed a second confirmation of the intelligence. Grimaud nodded his head. "And where have they taken him to?"
"Probably to the Bastille."