This time they were to embark on board a large vessel which awaited them at Gravesend, and Charles II., always delicate in small matters, had sent one of his yachts, with twelve men of his Scotch guard, to do honor to the ambassador he was sending to France.At midnight the yacht had deposited its passengers on board the vessel, and at eight o'clock in the morning, the vessel landed the ambassador and his friend on the wharf at Boulogne.Whilst the comte, with Grimaud, was busy procuring horses to go straight to Paris, D'Artagnan hastened to the hostelry where, according to his orders, his little army was to wait for him.These gentlemen were at breakfast upon oysters, fish, and spiced brandy, when D'Artagnan appeared.They were all very gay, but not one of them had yet exceeded the bounds of reason.A hurrah of joy welcomed the general."Here I am," said D'Artagnan, "the campaign is ended.I am come to bring to each his supplement of pay, as agreed upon." Their eyes sparkled."Iwill lay a wager there are not, at this moment, a hundred crowns remaining in the purse of the richest among you.""That is true," cried they in chorus.
"Gentlemen," said D'Artagnan, "then, this is the last order.
The treaty of commerce has been concluded thanks to our coup-de-main which made us masters of the most skillful financier of England, for now I am at liberty to confess to you that the man we had to carry off was the treasurer of General Monk."This word treasurer produced a certain effect on his army.
D'Artagnan observed that the eyes of Menneville alone did not evince perfect faith."This treasurer," he continued, "Iconveyed to a neutral territory, Holland; I forced him to sign the treaty; I have even reconducted him to Newcastle, and as he was obliged to be satisfied with our proceedings towards him -- the deal coffer being always carried without jolting, and being lined softly, I asked for a gratification for you.Here it is." He threw a respectable-looking purse upon the cloth; and all involuntarily stretched out their hands."One moment, my lambs," said D'Artagnan; "if there are profits, there are also charges.""Oh! oh!" murmured they.
"We are about to find ourselves, my friends, in a position that would not be tenable for people without brains.I speak plainly: we are between the gallows and the Bastile.""Oh! oh!" said the chorus.
"That is easily understood.It was necessary to explain to General Monk the disappearance of his treasurer.I waited, for that purpose, till the very unhopedfor moment of the restoration of King Charles II., who is one of my friends."The army exchanged a glance of satisfaction in reply to the sufficiently proud look of D'Artagnan."The king being restored, I restored to Monk his man of business, a little plucked, it is true, but, in short, I restored him.Now, General Monk, when he pardoned me, for he has pardoned me, could not help repeating these words to me, which I charge every one of you to engrave deeply there, between the eyes, under the vault of the cranium: -- `Monsieur, the joke has been a good one, but I don't naturally like jokes; if ever a word of what you have done' (you understand me, Menneville)`escapes from your lips, or the lips of your companions, Ihave, in my government of Scotland and Ireland, seven hundred and forty-one wooden gibbets, of strong oak, clamped with iron, and freshly greased every week.I will make a present of one of these gibbets to each of you, and observe well, M.d'Artagnan,' added he (observe it also, M.