"I burn to know the details, monsieur."

"Here they are, Planchet -- close all the doors tight."

"Yes, monsieur." And Planchet double-locked them.

"That is well; now draw near." Planchet obeyed.

"And open the window, because the noise of the passers-by
and the carts will deafen all who might hear us." Planchet
opened the window as desired, and the gust of tumult which
filled the chamber with cries, wheels, barkings, and steps
deafened D'Artagnan himself, as he had wished. He then
swallowed a glass of white wine and began in these terms:
"Planchet, I have an idea."

"Ah! monsieur, I recognize you so well in that!" replied
Planchet, panting with emotion.




CHAPTER 20

Of the Society which was formed in the Rue des Lombards,
at the Sign of the Pilon d'Or, to carry out M. d'Artagnan's Idea