by their passports; they are three Frondists, who are gone to rejoin the Duc de Longueville.”
“‘Tis strange,” said Aramis, almost involuntarily; “I fancied that I recognized Mazarin himself.”
The sergeant burst into a fit of laughter.
“He!” he cried; “he venture himself amongst us, to be hung! Not so foolish as all that.”
“Ah!” muttered Athos, “I may be mistaken, I haven’t the unerring eye of D’Artagnan.”
“Who is speaking of Monsieur D’Artagnan?” asked an officer who appeared at that moment upon the threshold of the