Part 165 (1/2)
D'Artagnan obeyed; for Athos had the solee sent by the Lord hinan entered Porthos, Aramis, Lord de Winter, and the uarded the door and the
Milady had sunk into a chair, with her hands extended, as if to conjure this terrible apparition Perceiving her brother-in-law, she uttered a terrible cry
”What do you want?” screamed Milady
”We want,” said Athos, ”Charlotte Backson, who first was called Comtesse de la Fere, and afterwards Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield”
”That is I! that is I!” murmured Milady, in extree you according to your crime,” said Athos; ”you shall be free to defend yourself Justify yourself if you can M d'Artagnan, it is for you to accuse her first”
D'Artagnan advanced
”Before God and beforepoisoned Constance Bonacieux, who died yesterday evening”
He turned towards Porthos and Aramis
”We bear witness to this,” said the two Musketeers, with one voice
D'Artagnan continued: ”Before God and beforeattempted to poison ed letter, as if that wine came from my friends God preserved me, but a man named Brisemont died in my place”
”We bear witness to this,” said Porthos and Aramis, in the same manner as before
”Before God and before ed me to the murder of the Baron de Wardes; but as no one else can attest the truth of this accusation, I attest it nan passed to the other side of the room with Porthos and Aramis
”Your turn, my Lord,” said Athos
The baron came forward
”Before God and beforecaused the assassination of the Duke of Buckinghaham assassinated!” cried all present, with one voice
”Yes,” said the baron, ”assassinated On receiving the warning letter you wrote to e to a loyal servant She corrupted this man; she placed the poniard in his hand; she made hi with his head for the cries at the revelation of these unknown crimes
”That is not all,” resumed Lord de Winter ”My brother, who e disorder which left livid traces all over the body My sister, how did your husband die?”
”Horror!” cried Porthos and Araham, assassin of Felton, assassin of my brother, I deranted to ed hi the place free for another accuser
Milady let her head sink between her two hands, and tried to recall her ideas, whirling in aas the lion treht of the serpent--”irl; I ave her ave her my name; and one day I discovered that this woman was branded--this woman was marked with a FLEUR-DE-LIS on her left shoulder”
”Oh,” said Milady, raising herself, ”I defy you to find any tribunal which pronounced that infaainst me I defy you to find him who executed it”