“Oh, we have time enough to think about that.”
“How so? You are much in advance of him, I presume?”
“Nearly ten hours.”
“Well, in ten hours——”
Aramis shook his pale head. “Look at these clouds which flit across the heavens; at these swallows which cut the air. D’Artagnan moves more quickly than the clouds or the birds; D’Artagnan is the wind which carries them.”
“A strange man!”
“I tell you, he is superhuman, monsieur. He is of my own age, and I have known him these five-and-thirty years.”
“Well?”
“Well, listen to my calculation, monsieur. I sent M. du Vallon off to you two hours after midnight. M. du Vallon was eight hours in advance of me, when did M. du Vallon arrive?”
“About four hours ago.”