The Teeth of the Tiger. Морис Леблан

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      Through the open door of the study he saw the magistrates pursuing their investigations. The divisional surgeon made a first examination of the two bodies and at once recognized the same symptoms of poisoning which he himself had perceived, the evening before, on the corpse of Inspector Vérot.

      Next, the detectives took up the bodies and carried them to the adjoining bedrooms which the father and son formerly occupied on the second floor of the house.

      The Prefect of Police then came downstairs; and Don Luis heard him say to the magistrates:

      "Poor woman! She refused to understand. … When at last she understood, she fell to the ground in a dead faint. Only think, her husband and her son at one blow! … Poor thing!"

      From that moment Perenna heard and saw nothing. The door was shut. The Prefect must afterward have given some order through the outside, through the communication with the front door offered by the garden, for the two detectives came and took up their positions in the hall, at the entrance to the passage, on the right and left of the dividing curtain.

      "One thing's certain," thought Don Luis. "My shares are not booming. What a state Alexandre must be in! Oh, what a state!"

      At twelve o'clock Silvestre brought him some food on a tray.

      And the long and painful wait began anew.

      In the study and in the house, the inquiry, which had been adjourned for lunch, was resumed. Perenna heard footsteps and the sound of voices on every side. At last, feeling tired and bored, he leaned back in his chair and fell asleep.

      * * * * *

      It was four o'clock when Sergeant Mazeroux came and woke him. As he led him to the study, Mazeroux whispered:

      "Well, have you discovered him?"

      "Whom?"

      "The murderer."

      "Of course!" said Perenna. "It's as easy as shelling peas!"

      "That's a good thing!" said Mazeroux, greatly relieved and failing to see the joke. "But for that, as you saw for yourself, you would have been done for."

      Don Luis entered. In the room were the public prosecutor, the examining magistrate, the chief detective, the local commissary of police, two inspectors, and three constables in uniform.

      Outside, on the Boulevard Suchet, shouts were raised; and, when the commissary and his three policemen went out, by the Prefect's orders, to listen to the crowd, the hoarse voice of a newsboy was heard shouting:

      "The double murder on the Boulevard Suchet! Full particulars of the death of Inspector Vérot! The police at a loss!—"

      Then, when the door was closed, all was silent.

      "Mazeroux was quite right," thought Don Luis. "It's I or the other one: that's clear. Unless the words that will be spoken and the facts that will come to light in the course of this examination supply me with some clue that will enable me to give them the name of that mysterious X, they'll surrender me this evening for the people to batten on. Attention, Lupin, old chap, the great game is about to commence!"

      He felt that thrill of delight which always ran through him at the approach of the great struggles. This one, indeed, might be numbered among the most terrible that he had yet sustained.

      He knew the Prefect's reputation, his experience, his tenacity, and the keen pleasure which he took in conducting important inquiries and in personally pushing them to a conclusion before placing them in the magistrate's hands; and he also knew all the professional qualities of the chief detective, and all the subtlety, all the penetrating logic possessed by the examining magistrate.

      The Prefect of Police himself directed the attack. He did so in a straightforward fashion, without beating about the bush, and in a rather harsh voice, which had lost its former tone of sympathy for Don Luis. His attitude also was more formal and lacked that geniality which had struck Don Luis on the previous day.

      "Monsieur," he said, "circumstances having brought about that, as the residuary legatee and representative of Mr. Cosmo Mornington, you spent the night on this ground floor while a double murder was being committed here, we wish to receive your detailed evidence as to the different incidents that occurred last night."

      "In other words, Monsieur le Préfet," said Perenna, replying directly to the attack, "in other words, circumstances having brought about that you authorized me to spend the night here, you would like to know if my evidence corresponds at all points with that of Sergeant Mazeroux?"

      "Yes."

      "Meaning that the part played by myself strikes you as suspicious?"

      M. Desmalions hesitated. His eyes met Don Luis's eyes; and he was visibly impressed by the other's frank glance. Nevertheless he replied, plainly and bluntly:

      "It is not for you to ask me questions, Monsieur."

      Don Luis bowed.

      "I am at your orders, Monsieur le Préfet."

      "Please tell us what you know."

      Don Luis thereupon gave a minute account of events, after which M.

       Desmalions reflected for a few moments and said:

      "There is one point on which we want to be informed. When you entered this room at half-past two this morning and sat down beside M. Fauville, was there nothing to tell you that he was dead?"

      "Nothing, Monsieur le Préfet. Otherwise, Sergeant Mazeroux and I would have given the alarm."

      "Was the garden door shut?"

      "It must have been, as we had to unlock it at seven o'clock."

      "With what?"

      "With the key on the bunch."

      "But how could the murderers, coming from the outside, have opened it?"

      "With false keys."

      "Have you a proof which allows you to suppose that it was opened with false keys?"

      "No, Monsieur le Préfet."

      "Therefore, until we have proofs to the contrary, we are bound to believe that it was not opened from the outside, and that the criminal was inside the house."

      "But, Monsieur le Préfet, there was no one here but Sergeant Mazeroux and myself!"

      There was a silence, a pause whose meaning admitted of no doubt.

       M. Desmalions's next words gave it an even more precise value.

      "You did not sleep during the night?"

      "Yes, toward the end."

      "You did not sleep before, while you were in the passage?"

      "No."

      "And Sergeant Mazeroux?"

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