Part 113 (1/2)

While thinking and walking, Athos pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed before the pipe of the stove, broken in halves, the other extremity pa.s.sing into the chamber above; and every time he pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed he heard a murmur of words, which at length fixed his attention. Athos went close to it, and distinguished some words that appeared to merit so great an interest that he made a sign to his friends to be silent, remaining himself bent with his ear directed to the opening of the lower orifice.

”Listen, Milady,” said the cardinal, ”the affair is important. Sit down, and let us talk it over.”

”Milady!” murmured Athos.

”I listen to your Eminence with greatest attention,” replied a female voice which made the Musketeer start.

”A small vessel with an English crew, whose captain is on my side, awaits you at the mouth of Charente, at fort of the Point. He will set sail tomorrow morning.”

”I must go thither tonight?”

”Instantly! That is to say, when you have received my instructions. Two men, whom you will find at the door on going out, will serve you as escort. You will allow me to leave first; then, after half an hour, you can go away in your turn.”

”Yes, monseigneur. Now let us return to the mission with which you wish to charge me; and as I desire to continue to merit the confidence of your Eminence, deign to unfold it to me in terms clear and precise, that I may not commit an error.”

There was an instant of profound silence between the two interlocutors.

It was evident that the cardinal was weighing beforehand the terms in which he was about to speak, and that Milady was collecting all her intellectual faculties to comprehend the things he was about to say, and to engrave them in her memory when they should be spoken.

Athos took advantage of this moment to tell his two companions to fasten the door inside, and to make them a sign to come and listen with him.

The two Musketeers, who loved their ease, brought a chair for each of themselves and one for Athos. All three then sat down with their heads together and their ears on the alert.

”You will go to London,” continued the cardinal. ”Arrived in London, you will seek Buckingham.”

”I must beg your Eminence to observe,” said Milady, ”that since the affair of the diamond studs, about which the duke always suspected me, his Grace distrusts me.”

”Well, this time,” said the cardinal, ”it is not necessary to steal his confidence, but to present yourself frankly and loyally as a negotiator.”

”Frankly and loyally,” repeated Milady, with an unspeakable expression of duplicity.

”Yes, frankly and loyally,” replied the cardinal, in the same tone. ”All this negotiation must be carried on openly.”

”I will follow your Eminence's instructions to the letter. I only wait till you give them.”

”You will go to Buckingham in my behalf, and you will tell him I am acquainted with all the preparations he has made; but that they give me no uneasiness, since at the first step he takes I will ruin the queen.”

”Will he believe that your Eminence is in a position to accomplish the threat thus made?”

”Yes; for I have the proofs.”

”I must be able to present these proofs for his appreciation.”

”Without doubt. And you will tell him I will publish the report of Bois-Robert and the Marquis de Beautru, upon the interview which the duke had at the residence of Madame the Constable with the queen on the evening Madame the Constable gave a masquerade. You will tell him, in order that he may not doubt, that he came there in the costume of the Great Mogul, which the Chevalier de Guise was to have worn, and that he purchased this exchange for the sum of three thousand pistoles.”

”Well, monseigneur?”

”All the details of his coming into and going out of the palace--on the night when he introduced himself in the character of an Italian fortune teller--you will tell him, that he may not doubt the correctness of my information; that he had under his cloak a large white robe dotted with black tears, death's heads, and crossbones--for in case of a surprise, he was to pa.s.s for the phantom of the White Lady who, as all the world knows, appears at the Louvre every time any great event is impending.”

”Is that all, monseigneur?”