CHAPTER LX.

HEALTH TO FALLEN MAJESTY. As our fugitives approached the house, they found the ground cut up, as if a considerable body of horsemen had preceded them. Before the door, the traces were yet even more apparent; these horsemen, whoever they might be, had halted there. "Egad!" cried d'Artagnan, "it's quite clear that the king and his escort have been here." He pushed the door open, and found the first room empty and deserted. "Well!" cried Porthos. "I can't see anybody," said d'Artagnan. "Aha!" "What?" "Blood!" At this…