"But what were you to do with that woman?" asked d'Artagnan, with anguish.
"We were to have conveyed her to a hotel in the Place Royale," said the wounded man.
"Yes, yes!" murmured d'Artagnan; "that's the place—Milady's own residence!"
Then the young man tremblingly comprehended what a terrible thirst for vengeance urged this woman on to destroy him, as well as all who loved him, and how well she must be acquainted with the affairs of the court, since she had discovered all. There could be no doubt she owed this information to the cardinal.