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"
I
was
about
to
ask
you
if
you
had
heard
any
news
of
them
?
"
"
None
,
monsieur
.
"
"
Well
,
I
left
them
on
my
road
--
Porthos
at
Chantilly
,
with
a
duel
on
his
hands
;
Aramis
at
Crevecoeur
,
with
a
ball
in
his
shoulder
;
and
Athos
at
Amiens
,
detained
by
an
accusation
of
coining
.
"
"
See
there
,
now
!
"
said
M.
de
Treville
;
"
and
how
the
devil
did
you
escape
?
"
"
By
a
miracle
,
monsieur
,
I
must
acknowledge
,
with
a
sword
thrust
in
my
breast
,
and
by
nailing
the
Comte
de
Wardes
on
the
byroad
to
Calais
,
like
a
butterfly
on
a
tapestry
.
"
"
There
again
!
De
Wardes
,
one
of
the
cardinal
's
men
,
a
cousin
of
Rochefort
!
Stop
,
my
friend
,
I
have
an
idea
.
"
"
Speak
,
monsieur
.
"
"
In
your
place
,
I
would
do
one
thing
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
While
his
Eminence
was
seeking
for
me
in
Paris
,
I
would
take
,
without
sound
of
drum
or
trumpet
,
the
road
to
Picardy
,
and
would
go
and
make
some
inquiries
concerning
my
three
companions
.
What
the
devil
!
They
merit
richly
that
piece
of
attention
on
your
part
.
"
