The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-25
By ALEXANDRA DUMAS

Come in, gentlemen, come in!'t said D'Artagnan. <eI have no motive for defending monsieur. saw him today for the first time, and he can tell you on what occasion. He came to de mand the rent of my lodging. Is not that true, M. Bonacieux2 Answerv, I
 That's the very truth!' cried the mercer, "but monsieur does not tell you"-
 "'Silence with respect to me: silence with respect to my friends; silence about the queen above all, or you will ruin every body without saving your self. Now, gentlemen, you are at lib erty to take away this Wan!'
 And D'Artagnan pushed the half stupefied mercer among the guards, saying. to him:
 "You are shabby old fellow, my dear. You come to demand money of me, of musketeer! To prison with him! Gentlemen, once more, take him to prison and keep him under key as long as possible. That will give me time to pay him."
 The guardsmen were full of thanks and left with their prey.
 "And now, gentlemen" said D'Arta- gnan without stopping to explain his conduct, "all for one, one for all, that is our device, is it not?"
 The four friends repeated with one voice the formula dictated by D'Arta- gnan.
 "All for one, one for all.' e"That's well! Now let every one re tire to his own home," said D'Arta- gnan as if he had done nothing but command all his life. And attention. For from this moment we are at feud with the cardinal
 When in a house of whatever kind it may be an Individual suspected of any crime be arrested the arrest is held secret. Four or five men are placed in ambuscade in the first apartment, the door is opened to all that knock, 1t is closed after them and they are arrest ed, so that at the end of two or three days they have in their power almost all the familiars of the establishment. And that is mouse trap.
 The apartment of Master Bonacieux became mouse trap, and whoever ap- peared there was taken and interro- gated by the cardinals people. It must be. observed that as private passage led to the first floor, in which D'Arta- gnan lodged, those who called to see him were exempted from this. Besides, nobody came thither but the three musketeers. They had all been engaged in earnest search and inquiries, but had discovered nothing.
 As to DArtagnan, he did not stir from his apartment He converted his chamber into an observatory. From his windows he saw all come who were caught: then, having removed some of the boarding of his floor and nothing remaining but a simple ceiling between him and the room beneath, in which the interrogatories were made, he heard all that passed between the in quisitors and the accused. "Has Mime. Bonacieux sent anything to you for her husband or any other person?
 "Has M. Bonacieux sent anything to you for his wife or for any other per son? Has either the one or the other con- fided anything to you by word of mouthY If they were acquainted with any thing they would not question people in this manner" said D'Artagnan to himself. Nov, what is it they want to know? Why, if the Duke of Buck ingham is in Paris, and if he has not had or is not to have some interview with the queen?'
 On the evening of the day after the arrest of poor Bonacieux knocking was heard at the street door; the door was instantly opened and shut. Some one was taken in the mouse trap.
 D'Artagnan flew to his hole and laid himself down on the floor at full length to listen.
 Cries were soon heard and then means. which some one appeared to be endeavoring to stif1e. There were no interrogatories.
 "It's woman. They are searching her. She resists. They use force The scoundrels" said D'Artagnan to him. self
 But tell you that am mistress of the house, gentlemen! tell you I am Mime. Bonacieux! I tell you belong to the queenw said the unfortunate woman.
 Mime. Bonacieux" murmured DAT. tagnan. "Can have been 50 lucky as to have found what everybody is seeking for?'
 The voice became more and more in- distinct A tumultuous movement shook the wainscoting. The victim resisted as much as a woman could resist four men.
 'They are binding her, they are go- ing to drag her awayI' cried D'Arta- gnan to himself, springing up from the flcpr. My aWord! Coed, it is by, my z --s<1-s .s>it r-.ssis-s