"Well! but he will tell the truth,--I am afraid."

"The second, that you knew yourself guilty."

"Guilty of what?"

"Why, of the crimes they wish to impute to you."

"That is true again. So, then, you advise me to go and get myself made a
prisoner in the Bastile?"

"M. le Comte de la Fere would advise you just as I do."

"_Pardieu!_ I know he would," said D'Artagnan thoughtfully. "You are
right, I shall not escape. But if they cast me into the Bastile?"

"We will get you out again," said Raoul, with a quiet, calm air.

"_Mordioux!_ You said that after a brave fashion, Raoul," said
D'Artagnan, seizing his hand; "that savors of Athos, distinctly. Well, I
will go, then. Do not forget my last word."

"Except a fifth," said Raoul.

"Yes, you are a fine boy! and I wish you to add one thing to that last
word."

"Speak, chevalier!"

"It is that if you cannot get me out of the Bastile, and I remain
there--Oh! that will be so, and I shall be a detestable prisoner; I, who
have been a passable man,--in that case, I give three-fifths to you, and
the fourth to your father."

"Chevalier!"

"_Mordioux!_ If you will have some masses said for me, you are welcome."

That being said, D'Artagnan took his belt from the hook, girded on his
sword, took a hat the feather of which was fresh, and held his hand out
to Raoul, who threw himself into his arms. When in the shop, he cast a
quick glance at the shop-lads, who looked upon the scene with a pride
mingled with some inquietude; then plunging his hands into a chest of
currants, he went straight to the officer who was waiting for him at the
door.

"Those features! Can it be you, Monsieur de Friedisch?" cried
D'Artagnan, gayly. "Eh! eh! what, do we arrest our friends?"

"Arrest!" whispered the lads among themselves.

"Ja, it is I, Monsieur d'Artagnan! Good-day to you!" said the Swiss, in
his mountain _patois_.

"Must I give you up my sword? I warn you that it is long and heavy;
you had better let me wear if to the Louvre: I feel quite lost in the
streets without a sword, and you would be more at a loss that I should,
with two."

"The king has given me no orders about it," replied the Swiss, "so keep
your sword."

"Well, that is very polite on the part of the king. Let us go, at once."

Monsieur Friedisch was not a talker, and D'Artagnan had too many things
to think about to say much. From Planchet's shop to the Louvre was not
far,--they arrived in ten minutes. It wa