Before that speech of his captain of the musketeers, so frankly spoken and so true, the king had nothing to offer.

On hearing D'Artagnan, Louis remembered the D'Artagnan of former times; him who, at the Palais Royal, held himself concealed behind the curtains of his bed, when the people of Paris, led by Cardinal de Retz, came to assure themselves of the presence of the king; the D'Artagnan whom he saluted with his hand at the door of his carriage, when repairing to Notre Dame on his return to Paris; the soldier who had quitted his service at Blois; the lieutenant he had recalled to be beside his person when the death of Mazarin restored his power; the man he had always found loyal, courageous, devoted.

Louis advanced towards the door and called Colbert.

Colbert had not left the corridor where the secretaries were at work.

He reappeared.
"Colbert, did you make a perquisition on the house of M.Fouquet ?" "Yes, sire." "What has it produced ?" "M.