«Härra, ta on ikka veel siin.» «Oh, mu kallis daam, te annate mulle tagasi elu!» hüüdis d'Artagnan hobuse seljast maha tulles ja ratsuteid Planchet' kätte visates. «Kus on mu kallis Aramis, ma tahan teda kaisutada. Tunnistan, et tahan teda väga näha.» 280 «Vabandage, härra, aga ma kahtlen, kas ta saab teid praegu vastu võtta.» «Mispärast mitte? Kas tal on seal mõni naine?» «Jeesus, mis te räägite! Vaene poiss! Ei, härra, tal ei ole seal ühtegi naist.» «Kes siis?» «Montdidier' küree ja Amiens'i jesuiitide kloostri ülem.» «Oh, jumal!» hüüdis d'Artagnan. «Kas vaese poisiga on lood siis nii halvad?» «Ei, härra, otse selle vastu; haiguse tagajärjel tuli talle püha vaim peale ja ta otsustas vaimulikku seisusesse astuda.» «Õigus,» ütles d'Artagnan, «olin täiesti unustanud, et ta on ainult ajutiselt musketär.» «Kas härra nõuab ikka veel temaga kokkusaamist?» «Rohkem kui kunagi enne.»
Guitard and the intelligence officers recognized at once that the ammunition mentioned in the telegram was that intended for the usual German pre-assault bombardment, and the location of the addressee of the message told them where that attack would come. Jubilantly they communicated their information to the operations officers: Ludendorff was going to hammer out the dent, and the German sledge would crash down onto the French line between Montdidier and Compiegne, a sector about 50 miles north of Paris. Aerial reconnaissance confirmed the daylight transport of munitions. Deserters reported that the onslaught would take place June 7. Foch, in supreme command, shifted his reserves into position, thinned out the front lines, upon which the brunt of the cannonade would fall, and braced his secondary defenses. On the 6th, officers were told that "the offensive is imminent." Tension mounted. The 7th passed without enemy