It is of no use your saying anything to the contrary, my dear Aramis, repeated Porthos, inhaling vigorously the saline air with which he filled his powerful chest. It is of no use, Aramis. The disappearance of all the fishing-boats that went out two days ago is not an ordinary circumstance. There has been no storm at sea; the weather has been constantly calm, not even the slightest gale; and even if we had had a tempest, all our boats would not have foundered. I repeat, it is strange. This complete disappearance astonishes me, I tell you.
True, murmured Aramis. You are right, friend Porthos; it is true, there is something strange in it.
And further, added Porthos, whose ideas the assent of the Bishop of Vannes seemed to enlarge,- and further, have you remarked that if the boats have pe
