by Alexandre Dumas

“ D'Artagnan was the first to recover from his surprise.
"Mordaunt," he cried. "Ah! by Heaven! it is God Himself who sent us here."
"Yes," said Porthos, "let us break the door in and fall upon him."
"No," replied D'Artagnan, "no noise. Now, Grimaud, you come here, climb up to the window again and tell us if Mordaunt is alone and whether he is preparing to go out or go to bed. If he comes out we shall catch him. If he stays in we will break in the window. It is easier and less noisy than the door." ”

“ Mordaunt bowed humbly. "Sir," he said, "you are a profound thinker and your plan was sublime."
"Say absurd, since it has become useless. The only sublime ideas in politics are those which bear fruit. So to-night, Mordaunt, go to Greenwich and ask for the captain of the felucca Lightning. Show him a white handkerchief knotted at the four corners and tell the crew to disembark and carry the powder back to the arsenal, unless, indeed - - "
"Unless?" said Mordaunt, whose face was lighted by a savage joy as Cromwell spoke:
"This skiff might be of use to you for personal projects." ”

“ It rests between his conscience and his God."
"But if your honor knew this man?"
"I neither know nor wish to know him. Provided Charles is dead, it is the axe, not the man, we must thank."
"And yet, without the man, the king would have been rescued."
Cromwell smiled.
"They would have carried him to Greenwich," he said, "and put him on board a felucca with five barrels of powder in the hold. Once out to sea, you are too good a politician not to understand the rest, Mordaunt." ”