“It is there, monsieur, I do not doubt.”
“That is a reply to one question; but to the other. I asked you if the sum was so large as to warrant your exposing yourself thus.”
“It is really large; yes, my lord, for it is a million I inclosed in two barrels.”
“A million!” cried Monk, at whom this time, in turn, Athos looked earnestly and long. Monk perceived this, and his mistrust returned.
“Here is a man,” said he, “who is laying a snare for me. So you wish to withdraw this money, monsieur,” replied he, “as I understand?”
“If you please, my lord.”
“To-day?”
“This very evening, and that on account of the circumstances I have named.”
“But, monsieur,” objected Monk, “General Lambert is as near the abbey where you have to act as I am. Why, then, have you not addressed yourself to him?”
“Because, my lord, when one acts in important matters, it is best to consult one’s instinct before everything. Well, General Lambert does not inspire me with so much confidence as you do.”