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cavalier fell upon his face, after having staggered forward three or four paces."

      "Where was he hit?"

      "In two places; in the first place, in his right hand, and then, by the same bullet, in his chest."

      "But how could you ascertain that?" inquired the king, full of admiration.

      "By a very simple means; the butt-end of the pistol was covered with blood, and the trace of the bullet could be observed with fragments of a broken ring. The wounded man, in all probability, had the ring-finger and the little finger carried off."

      "As far as the hand goes, I have nothing to say; but the chest!"

      "Sire, there were two small pools of blood, at a distance of about two feet and a half from each other. At one of these pools of blood the grass was torn up by the clenched hand; at the other the grass was simply pressed down by the weight of the body."

      "Poor De Guiche!" exclaimed the king.

      "Ah! it was M. de Guiche, then?" said the musketeer, very quietly. "I suspected it, but did not venture to mention it to your majesty."

      "And what made you suspect it?"

      "I recognized the De Grammont arms upon the holsters of the dead horse."

      "And you think he is seriously wounded?"

      "Very seriously, since he fell immediately, and remained a long time in the same place; however, he was able to walk, as he left the spot, supported by two friends."

      "You met him returning, then?"

      "No; but I observed the foot-prints of three men; the one on the right and the one on the left walked freely and easily, but the one in the middle dragged his feet as he walked; besides, he left traces of blood at every step he took."

      "Now, monsieur, since you saw the combat so distinctly that not a single detail seems to have escaped you, tell me something about De Guiche's adversary?"

      "Oh, sire, I do not know him."

      "And yet you see everything very clearly."

      "Yes, sire, I see everything; but I do not tell all I see; and, since the poor devil has escaped, your majesty will permit me to say that I do not intend to denounce him."

      "And yet he is guilty, since he has fought a duel, monsieur."

      "Not guilty in my eyes, sire," said D'Artagnan, coldly.

      "Monsieur!" exclaimed the king, "are you aware of what you are saying?"

      "Perfectly, sire; but, according to my notion, a man who fights a duel is a brave man; such, at least, is my own opinion; but your majesty may have another; that is very natural—you are the master here."

      "Monsieur d'Artagnan, I ordered you, however—"

      D'Artagnan interrupted the king, by a respectful gesture. "You ordered me, sire, to gather what particulars I could, respecting a hostile meeting that had taken place; those particulars you have. If you order me to arrest M. de Guiche's adversary, I will do so; but do not order me to denounce him to you, for in that case I will not obey."

      "Very well! Arrest him, then."

      "Give me his name, sire."

      The king stamped his foot angrily; but after a moment's reflection, he said, "You are right—ten times, twenty times, a hundred times right."

      "That is my opinion, sire; I am happy that, this time, it accords with your majesty's."

      "One word more. Who assisted Guiche?"

      "I do not know, sire."

      "But you speak of two men. There was a person present, then, as second."

      "There was no second, sire. Nay, more than that, when M. de Guiche fell, his adversary fled without giving him any assistance."

      "The miserable coward!" exclaimed the king.

      "The consequence of your ordinances, sire. If a man has fought well and fairly, and has already escaped one chance of death, he naturally wishes to escape a second. M. de Botteville cannot be forgotten very easily."

      "And so, men turn cowards."

      "No, they become prudent."

      "And he has fled, then, you say?"

      "Yes; and as fast as his horse could possibly carry him."

      "In what direction?"

      "In the direction of the chateau."

      "Well; and after—?"

      "Afterward, as I have had the honor of telling your majesty, two men on foot arrived, who carried M. de Guiche back with them."

      "What proof have you that these men arrived after the combat?"

      "A very evident proof, sire; at the moment the encounter took place, the rain had just ceased, the ground had not had time to imbibe the moisture, and had, consequently, become damp; the footsteps sunk in the ground; but, while M. de Guiche was lying there in a fainting condition the ground became firm again, and the footsteps made a less sensible impression."

      Louis clapped his hands together in sign of admiration. "Monsieur d'Artagnan," he said, "you are positively the cleverest man in my kingdom."

      "The very thing that M. de Richelieu thought, and M. de Mazarin said, sire."

      "And, now, it remains for us to see if your sagacity is in fault."

      "Oh! sire, a man may be mistaken; errare humanum est," said the musketeer, philosophically.

      "In that case, you are not human, Monsieur d'Artagnan, for I believe you never are mistaken."

      "Your majesty said, that we were going to see whether such was the case or not."

      "Yes."

      "In what way, may I venture to ask?"

      "I have sent for M. de Manicamp, and M. de Manicamp is coming."

      "And M. de Manicamp knows the secret?"

      "Guiche has no secrets for M. de Manicamp."

      D'Artagnan shook his head. "No one was present at the combat, I repeat; and, unless M. de Manicamp was one of the two men who brought him back—"

      "Hush!" said the king, "he is coming; remain there, and listen attentively."

      "Very good, sire."

      And, at the same moment, Manicamp and Saint-Aignan appeared at the thresh-hold of the door.

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      The king with his hand made, first to the musketeer, and then to Saint-Aignan, an imperious and significant gesture, as much as to say, "On your lives, not a word." D'Artagnan withdrew, like a soldier, into a corner of the room; Saint-Aignan, in his character of favorite, leaned over the back of the king's chair. Manicamp, with his right foot properly advanced, a smile upon his lips, and his white and well-formed hands gracefully disposed, advanced to make his reverence to the king, who returned the salutation by a bow. "Good evening, M. de Manicamp," he said.

      "Your majesty did me the honor to send for me," said Manicamp.

      "Yes, in order to learn from you all the details of the unfortunate accident which has befallen the Comte de Guiche."

      "Oh! sire, it is very grievous indeed."

      "You

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