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is plainly the masonry of whichI told your honor.""Yes; but I do not yet see the casks," said Monk."If I had a dagger," said Athos, looking round him, "youshould soon see them, monsieur. Unfortunately, I left minein your tent.""I would willingly offer you mine," said Monk, "but theblade is too thin for such work."Athos appeared to look around him for a thing of some kindthat might serve as a substitute for the weapon he desired.Monk did not lose one of the movements of his hands, or oneof the expressions of his eyes. "Why do you not ask thefisherman for his cutlass?" said Monk; "he has a cutlass.""Ah! that is true," said Athos, "for he cut the tree downwith it." And he advanced towards the stairs."Friend," said he to the fisherman, "throw me down yourcutlass, if you please; I want it."The noise of the falling weapon sounded on the steps."Take it," said Monk; "it is a solid instrument, as I haveseen, and a strong hand might make good use of it."Athos only appeared to give to the words of Monk the naturaland simple sense under which they were to be heard andunderstood. Nor did he remark, or at least appear to remark,that when he returned with the weapon, Monk drew back,placing his left hand on the stock of his pistol; in theright he already held his dirk. He went to work then,turning his back to Monk, placing his life in his hands,without possible defense. He then struck, during severalseconds, so skillfully and sharply upon the intermediaryplaster, that it separated into two parts, and Monk was ableto discern two barrels placed end to end, and which theirweight maintained motionless in their chalky envelope."My lord," said Athos, "you see that my presentiments havenot been disappointed.""Yes, monsieur," said Monk, "and I have good reason tobelieve you are satisfied; are you not?""Doubtless, I am; the loss of this money would have beeninexpressibly great to me: but I was certain that God, whoprotects the good cause, would not have permitted this gold,which should procure its triumph, to be diverted to baserpurposes.""You are, upon my honor, as mysterious in your words as inyour actions, monsieur," said Monk. "Just now I did notperfectly understand you when you said that you were notwilling to throw upon me the responsibility of the work wewere accomplishing.""I had reason to say so, my lord.""And now you speak to me of the good cause. What do you meanby the words `the good cause? We are defending at thismoment, in England, five or six causes, which does notprevent every one from considering his own not only as thegood cause, but as the best. What is yours, monsieur? Speakboldly, that we may see if, upon this point, to which youappear to attach a great importance, we are of the sameopinion."Athos fixed upon Monk one of those penetrating looks whichseem to convey to him to whom they are directed a challengeto conceal a single one of his thoughts; then, taking offhis hat, he began in a solemn voice, while his interlocutor,with one hand upon his visage, allowed that long and nervoushand to compress his mustache and beard, while his vague andmelancholy eye wandered about the recesses of the vaults.CHAPTER 26Heart and Mind"My lord," said the Comte de la Fere, "you are a nobleEnglishman, you are a loyal man; you are speaking to a nobleFrenchman, to a man of heart. The gold contained in thesetwo casks before us, I have told you was mine. I was wrong-- it is the first lie I have pronounced in my life, atemporary lie, it is true. This gold is the property of KingCharles II., exiled from his country, driven from hispalaces, the orphan at once of his father and his throne,and deprived of everything, even of the melancholy happinessof kissing on his knees the stone upon which the hands ofhis murderers have written that simple epitaph which willeternally cry out for vengeance upon them: -- `Here liesCharles I."Monk grew slightly pale, and an imperceptible shudder creptover his skin and raised his gray mustache."I," continued Athos, "I, Comte de la Fere, the last, onlyfaithful friend the poor abandoned prince has left, I haveoffered him to come hither to find the man
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