my dear Monsieur Bernouin, but here is a man whom I must beg you to put in a safe place.”
“Where, then, sir?”
“Where you like, provided that the place which you shall choose has iron shutters secured by padlocks and a door that can be locked.”
“We have that, sir,” replied Bernouin; and the poor coachman was conducted to a closet, the windows of which were barred and which looked very much like a prison.
“And now, my good friend,” said D’Artagnan to him, “I must invite you to deprive yourself, for my sake, of your hat and cloak.”
The coachman, as we can well understand, made no resistance; in fact, he was so