She took her time getting there, doubling back across her route; she knew it was unlikely she'd be followed but still, best to be cautious especially with a man like Dufour. However once there, she stormed up the steps of the Musketeers Garrison, and charged uninvited into Treville's office.
"How could you let him do this? How could you let this happen? Are you trying to get him killed?" Her voice rising as she let go of her anger.
"Welcome, Milady, always a pleasure", Treville told her with a voice dripping in sarcasm, "Please, take a seat".
"You think this is a joke? Athos is dying: do you hear me?" She asked angrily as she stepped forward and banged her hands down hard on the desk in front of him. She turned as she heard the door behind her open and three figures shuffled into the room. "And you! You are supposed to be his friends!" She stepped towards the three men menacingly with her hands on her hips. "Yet you stand around and do nothing while he's out there dying."
"What do you know? Where is he?" d'Artagnon asked, trying to resist the instinct to step back in retreat from the angry woman before him.
"He's trussed up, halfway to the next life in Dufour's cellar, convinced France requires his sacrifice. So what exactly do you intend to do about it?" her eyes narrowed in challenge.
Treville stared at his men for a moment. "How bad?"
With a final threatening stare at the musketeers she turned back to Treville. "Bad. If you got him out now, it may still be too late, he's lost a lot of blood and …" She paused to take a deep breath, when her voice had started to waiver "Dufour is trying something new. A new technique and I don't know what, but I know Dufour. He's the best at what he does, no one can withstand his work forever, not even Athos."
Treville nodded decisively and with a glance at the others he said: "Tell us everything you can about Dufour and where he's being held."