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THE TEETH OF THE TIGER

An Adventure Story

BY MAURICE LEBLANC

Author of "Arsène Lupin," "The Hollow Needle," "The Crystal Stopper"

1914

CONTENTS

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

D'ARTAGNAN, PORTHOS … AND MONTE CRISTO

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

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

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

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

Inspector Vérot was a very stout, powerfully built man, with a big neckand shoulders and a florid complexion. He had obviously been upset bysome violent excitement, for his face, streaked with red veins andusually 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 theface…. 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: Iwas very keen on clearing up a case which Monsieur Desmalions had put inmy 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 losthis power of getting out another word. But he recovered himself with aneffort 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. ButI should have liked to see him first. I should so much have likedto see him!"

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