buried under the gallery, to which one descends on pushing a spring hidden in the wall, which causes a tub to turn, revealing a staircase — must not one speak of that a little, my lord?”
“Diavolo!” cried Mazarin, almost choked, and clasping his hands; “I am a lost and ruined man!”
But without listening to his protestations of alarm, D’Artagnan slipped him gently down into the arms of Athos, who stood immovable at the bottom of the wall.
Porthos next made an effort which shook the solid wall, and by the aid of his friend’s hand gained the summit.
“I didn’t understand it all,” he said, “but I understand now; how droll it is!”