the army you would have been able to pick up a needle on the floor of a closed oven.
But hark! I think some one is coming.”
Mousqueton made, with a low whistling sound, the sign of alarm well known to the lackeys in the days of their youth, resumed his place at the table and made a sign to Blaisois to follow his example.
The door of their cabin was opened. Two men, wrapped in their cloaks, appeared.
“Oho!” said they, “not in bed at a quarter past eleven. That’s against all rules. In a quarter of an hour let every one be in bed and snoring.”
These two men then went toward the compartment in which