The Teeth of the Tiger. Морис Леблан

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       Maurice Leblanc

      The Teeth of the Tiger

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664644428

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      CHAPTER

      I. D'ARTAGNAN, PORTHOS … AND MONTE CRISTO II. A MAN DEAD III. A MAN DOOMED IV. THE CLOUDED TURQUOISE V. THE IRON CURTAIN VI. THE MAN WITH THE EBONY WALKING-STICK VII. SHAKESPEARE'S WORKS, VOLUME VIII VIII. THE DEVIL'S POST-OFFICE IX. LUPIN'S ANGER X. GASTON SAUVERAND EXPLAINS XI. ROUTED XII. "HELP!" XIII. THE EXPLOSION XIV. THE "HATER" XV. THE HEIR TO THE HUNDRED MILLIONS XVI. WEBER TAKES HIS REVENGE XVII. OPEN SESAME! XVIII. ARSÈNE I EMPEROR OF MAURETANIA XIX. "THE SNARE IS LAID. BEWARE, LUPIN!" XX. FLORENCE'S SECRET XXI. LUPIN'S LUPINS

      The Teeth of the Tiger

CHAPTER ONE

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      D'ARTAGNAN, PORTHOS … AND MONTE CRISTO

      It was half-past four; M. Desmalions, the Prefect of Police, was not yet back at the office. His private secretary laid on the desk a bundle of letters and reports which he had annotated for his chief, rang the bell and said to the messenger who entered by the main door:

      "Monsieur le Préfet has sent for a number of people to see him at five o'clock. Here are their names. Show them into separate waiting-rooms, so that they can't communicate with one another, and let me have their cards when they come."

      The messenger went out. The secretary was turning toward the small door that led to his room, when the main door opened once more and admitted a man who stopped and leaned swaying over the back of a chair.

      "Why, it's you, Vérot!" said the secretary. "But what's happened? What's the matter?"

      Inspector Vérot was a very stout, powerfully built man, with a big neck and shoulders and a florid complexion. He had obviously been upset by some violent excitement, for his face, streaked with red veins and usually so apoplectic, seemed almost pale.

      "Oh, nothing, Monsieur le Secrétaire!" he said.

      "Yes, yes; you're not looking your usual self. You're gray in the face. … And the way you're perspiring. … "

      Inspector Vérot wiped his forehead and, pulling himself together, said:

      "It's just a little tiredness. … I've been overworking myself lately: I was very keen on clearing up a case which Monsieur Desmalions had put in my hands. All the same, I have a funny sort of feeling—"

      "Will you have a pick-me-up?"

      "No, no; I'm more thirsty."

      "A glass of water?"

      "No, thank you."

      "What then?"

      "I should like—I should like—"

      His voice faltered. He wore a troubled look, as if he had suddenly lost his power of getting out another word. But he recovered himself with an effort and asked:

      "Isn't Monsieur Desmalions here?"

      "No; he won't be back till five, when he has an important meeting."

      "Yes … I know … most important. That's what I'm here for. But I should have liked to see him first. I should so much have liked to see him!"

      The secretary stared at Vérot and said:

      "What a state you're in! Is your message so urgent as all that?"

      "It's very urgent, indeed. It has to do with a crime that took place a month ago, to the day. And, above all, it's a matter of preventing two murders which are the outcome of that other crime and which are to be committed to-night. Yes, to-night, inevitably, unless we take the necessary steps."

      "Sit down, Vérot, won't you?"

      "You see, the whole thing has been planned in such an infernal manner!

       You would never have imagined—"

      "Still, Vérot, as you know about it beforehand, and as Monsieur le Préfet is sure to give you full powers—"

      "Yes, of course, of course. But, all the same, it's terrible to think that I might miss him. So I wrote him this letter, telling him all I know about the business. I thought it safer."

      He handed the secretary a large yellow envelope and added:

      "And here's a little box as well; I'll leave it on this table. It contains something that will serve to complete and explain the contents of the letter."

      "But why don't you keep all that by you?"

      "I'm