castle,” thought D’Artagnan.
Then he said aloud:
“You met him, I dare say, in the park — hunting, perhaps?”
“No; nearer, nearer still. Look, behind this wall,” said De Comminges, knocking against the wall.
“Behind this wall? What is there, then, behind this wall? I was brought here by night, so devil take me if I know where I am.”
“Well,” said Comminges, “suppose one thing.”
“I will suppose anything you please.”
“Suppose there were a window in this wall.”