“A written examination attests it,” said the cardinal, replying aloud to the mute interrogation of his Majesty; “and the ill-treated people have drawn up the following, which I have the honor to present to your Majesty.” “And is the written report of the gownsmen to be placed in comparison with the word of honor of a swordsman?” replied Tréville haughtily. “Come, come, Tréville, hold your tongue,” said the king. “If his Eminence entertains any suspicion against one of my Musketeers,” said Tréville, “the justice of Monsieur the Cardinal is so well known that I demand an inquiry.” “In the house in which the judicial inquiry was made,” continued the impassive cardinal, “there lodges, I believe, a young Béarnais, a friend of the Musketeer.” “Your Eminence means Monsieur d’Artagnan.” “I mean a young man whom you patronize, Monsieur de Tréville.” “Yes, your Eminence, it is the same.” “Do you not suspect this young man of having given bad counsel?” “To Athos, to a man double his age?” interrupted Tréville. “No, monseigneur. Besides, D’Artagnan passed the evening with me.” “Well,” said the cardinal, “everybody seems to have passed the evening with you.” “Does your Eminence doubt my word?” said Tréville, with a brow flushed with anger. “No, God forbid,” said the cardinal; “only, at what hour was he with you?” “Oh, as to that I can speak positively, your Eminence; for as he came in I remarked that it was but half past nine by the clock, although I had believed it to be later.” “At what hour did he leave your hôtel?” “At half past ten—an hour after the event.” “Well,” replied the cardinal, who could not for an instant suspect the loyalty of Tréville, and who felt that the victory was escaping him, “well, but Athos _was_ taken in the house in the Rue des Fossoyeurs.” “Is one friend forbidden to visit another, or a Musketeer of my company to fraternize with a Guard of Dessessart’s company?” “Yes, when the house where he fraternizes is suspected.” “That house is suspected, Tréville,” said the king; “perhaps you did not know it?” “Indeed, sire, I did not. The house may be suspected; but I deny that it is so in the part of it inhabited by Monsieur d’Artagnan, for I can affirm, sire, if I can believe what he says, that there does not exist a more devoted servant of your Majesty, or a more profound admirer of Monsieur the Cardinal.” “Was it not this D’Artagnan who wounded Jussac one day, in that unfortunate encounter which took place near the Convent of the Carmes-Déchaussés?” asked the king, looking at the cardinal, who colored with vexation. “And the next day, Bernajoux. Yes, sire, yes, it is the same; and your Majesty has a good memory.” “Come, how shall we decide?” said the king. “That concerns your Majesty more than me,” said the cardinal. “I should affirm the culpability.” “And I deny it,” said Tréville. “But his Majesty has judges, and these judges will decide.”