'This is Milady de Winter' said Rochefort as he sat in the rickety arm chair.
'To you' muttered Athos uncharacteristically churlishly in his tea. The others observed this scene with confusion.
'Buckingham is not here.' Rochefort got to the point.
'We got that' said Athos drily.
'So what do you want?'
'Do you know where he's gone?'
'London' replied Milady. 'The most obvious place for him to be.'
'Has he got the diamonds?'
Rochefort cast an enquiring glance at Milady.
'Yes.'
'Do you know where he put them?'
'In his underwear by now I expect. He used to keep them under his pillow. Stupid place to put them.'
'How do you know?' asked Aramis curiously.
'I found out quite easily.' She smirked. 'I borrowed them. But then he stole them back. Little idiot. He's probably got them locked up in a safe by now. For her Majesty of course.'
'What about her Majesty?'
'What do you think?'
They thought. Athos had a suspicion. She played with the corners of the cushions, waiting for them to figure it out.
'They have known to have been...friendly in the past.' She hinted.
So he was right.