“There,” said he, “it’s done. Ough! and not without a deal of trouble, too.”
“Has the executioner left London?” asked Athos.
“Ah, you see that plan was not sure enough; he might go out by one gate and return by another.”
“Where is he, then?”
“In the cellar.”
“The cellar—what cellar?”
“Our landlord’s, to be sure. Mousqueton is propped against the door and here’s the key.”
“Bravo!” said Aramis, “how did you manage it?”
“Like everything else, with money; but it cost me dear.”
“How much?” asked Athos.