Lead me to the prisoner." "To Marchiali ?" "Who is Marchiali ?" "The prisoner who was brought back this morning by M.d'Herblay." "He is called Marchiali ?" said the superintendent, his conviction somewhat shaken by Baisemeaux's cool manner.
"Yes, monseigneur; that is the name under which he was inscribed here." Fouquet looked steadily at Baisemeaux, as if he would read his very heart; and perceived, with that clear-sightedness most men possess who are accustomed to the exercise of power, that the man was speaking with perfect sincerity.

Besides, in observing his face for a few moments, he could not believe that Aramis would have chosen such a confidant.
"It is the prisoner," said the superintendent to him, "whom M.d'Herblay carried away the day before yesterday ?" "Yes, monseigneur." "And whom he brought back this morning ?" added Fouquet, quickly: for he understood immediately the mechanism of Aramis's plan.
"Precisely, monseigneur." "And his name is Marchiali, you say ?" "Yes, Marchiali.

If monseigneur has come here to remove him, so much the better, for I was going to write about him." "What has he done, then ?" "Ever since this morning he has annoyed me extremely.

He has had such terrible fits of passion, as almost to make me believe that he would bring the Bastile itself down about our ears." "I will soon relieve you of his possession," said Fouquet.
"Ah! so much the better." "Conduct me to his prison." "Will monseigneur give me the order ?" "What order ?" "An order from the king." "Wait until I sign you one." "That will not be sufficient, monseigneur.

I must have an order from the king." Fouquet assumed an irritated expression.