Your devoted DE BAISEMEAUX." "Very good! all right!" exclaimed D'Artagnan; "it is clear enough now.
Porthos is engaged in it." Being now satisfied of what he wished to know: "Mordioux!" thought the musketeer, "what is to be done with that poor devil of a soldier?
That hot-headed, cunning fellow, De Baisemeaux, will make him pay dearly for my trick--if he returns without the letter, what will they do to him?
Besides, I don't want the letter; when the egg has been sucked, what is the good of the shell ?" D'Artagnan perceived that the commissary and the archers had succeeded in convincing the soldier, and went on their way with the prisoner, the latter being still surrounded by the crowd and continuing his complaints.

D'Artagnan advanced into the very middle of the crowd, let the letter fall, without any one having observed him, and then retreated rapidly.

The soldier resumed his route toward Saint-Mande, his mind occupied with the gentleman who had implored his protection.

Suddenly he thought of his letter, and, looking at his belt, saw that it was no longer there.
D'Artagnan derived no little satisfaction from his sudden terrified cry.

The poor soldier in the greatest anguish of mind looked round him on every side, and at last, about twenty paces behind him, he perceived the blessed envelope.