The officer took Bonacieux by the arm, and led him into the antechamber, where he found his two guards. The newly introduced personage followed Bonacieux impatiently with his eyes till he had gone out; and the moment the door closed, “They have seen each other;” said he, approaching the cardinal eagerly. “Who?” asked his Eminence. “He and she.” “The queen and the duke?” cried Richelieu. “Yes.” “Where?” “At the Louvre.” “Are you sure of it?” “Perfectly sure.” “Who told you of it?” “Madame de Lannoy, who is devoted to your Eminence, as you know.” “Why did she not let me know sooner?” “Whether by chance or mistrust, the queen made Madame de Surgis sleep in her chamber, and detained her all day.” “Well, we are beaten! Now let us try to take our revenge.” “I will assist you with all my heart, monseigneur; be assured of that.” “How did it come about?” “At half past twelve the queen was with her women—” “Where?” “In her bedchamber—” “Go on.” “When someone came and brought her a handkerchief from her laundress.” “And then?” “The queen immediately exhibited strong emotion; and despite the rouge with which her face was covered evidently turned pale—” “And then, and then?” “She then arose, and with altered voice, ‘Ladies,’ said she, ‘wait for me ten minutes, I shall soon return.’ She then opened the door of her alcove, and went out.” “Why did not Madame de Lannoy come and inform you instantly?” “Nothing was certain; besides, her Majesty had said, ‘Ladies, wait for me,’ and she did not dare to disobey the queen.” “How long did the queen remain out of the chamber?” “Three-quarters of an hour.” “None of her women accompanied her?” “Only Donna Estafania.” “Did she afterward return?” “Yes; but only to take a little rosewood casket, with her cipher upon it, and went out again immediately.” “And when she finally returned, did she bring that casket with her?” “No.” “Does Madame de Lannoy know what was in that casket?” “Yes; the diamond studs which his Majesty gave the queen.” “And she came back without this casket?” “Yes.” “Madame de Lannoy, then, is of opinion that she gave them to Buckingham?” “She is sure of it.” “How can she be so?” “In the course of the day Madame de Lannoy, in her quality of tire-woman of the queen, looked for this casket, appeared uneasy at not finding it, and at length asked information of the queen.” “And then the queen?” “The queen became exceedingly red, and replied that having in the evening broken one of those studs, she had sent it to her goldsmith to be repaired.” “He must be called upon, and so ascertain if the thing be true or not.” “I have just been with him.” “And the goldsmith?” “The goldsmith has heard nothing of it.” “Well, well! Rochefort, all is not lost; and perhaps—perhaps everything is for the best.” “The fact is that I do not doubt your Eminence’s genius—” “Will repair the blunders of his agent—is that it?”