The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1918-11-14
HI
TEETH OF The TIGER
MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED by
TEIXEIRA DE MATTos
CHAPTER NINErEEN-continu.d.)
MAURICE LEBLANC

his third motor. After the yellow
car of which you heard at Versail-
les last night, he took another at
lie Mans-destination unknown"
The deputy chief opened his
eyes in amazement. Who was this
person who was mentioning facts
that had been telephoned to po-
lice headquarters only at 3
o'clock that morning9 He gasped:
But who r you, M~onsieur?'
What? Don't you know me?
What's the good of making APP
pointments with people2 You
strain every nerve to be punctual,
and then they ask you who you
are! Come, Weber, confess that
you're doing it to annoy me.
Must you gaze on my features in
broad daylight Here goes!''
He raised his mask.
"Arsene Lupin!'' spluttered
the detective.
AT your service, young fel-
low: ON foot, in the saddle, and
in mid air. That's where Tn go
ing now. Goodbye"
And SO great was Weber's as
constituent at seeing Arsene
Lupin, whom he had taken to the
lookup IL hours before, standing
IL front of him, free, at 240 miles
from Paris, that non Luis, as he
went back to Davannc, thought:
What a crusher! I've knock
ed him out in one round. There's
no hurry. The referee viii count
10 at least three times before
Weber can say sMother!'"
Davanne was ready. Don Luis
climbed into the monoplane. The
peasants pushed at the wheels.
The machine started.
"North-nertheast." Don luis
ordered. "Ninety miles an hour.
Ten thousand francs
We've the wind against u.s.,
said Davanne.
Five thousand francs extra
for the wind shouted Don Luis.
He admitted no obstacle in his
haste to reach Damigni. He now
understood the whole thing and.
barking back to the very begin
ming, he was surprised that his
mind had never perceived the con-
nection between the two skeletons
hanging in the barn and the series
of crimes resulting from the
Mornington inheritance. Strang-
er still, how was it that the almost
certain murder Of Langernault,
Hippolyte Fauville's old friend.
had not afforded him all the clues
which it contained? The rug of
the sinister plot lay in that.
Who could have intercepted, on
FauvilIe's behalf, the letters OF
accusation which Fauville was
supposed to write to his old friend
Langernault, except some onc IN
the village or some one who had
lived III the village9
And now everything was clear.
It was the nameless scoundrel
who started his career Of crime by
killing old Langernault and then
ahe Dedessuslamare couple. The
aethod was the same as later on
it was not direct murder, but an,
onymous murder, murder by
suggestion. Like Mornington the
American, like Fauville the engin.
eer, like Marie, like CASTOR Sau.
verand, old Langernault had beer
craftily done away with and the
Dedessuslamare couple driven te
commit suicide in the barn.
It was from there that the tiger
had come to Paris, where later
he was to find Fauville and Cos
NO Mornington and plot the trag'
ic affair Of the inheritance.
And it was there that he was
now returning. There was ne
doubt about that. To begin
with. the fact that he hae
administered a narcotic te
Florence constituted an indispu
table proof. Was he not obliged
to put Florence to sleep in order
to prevent her from recognizing
the landscape of Alencon anc
Damigni, or the Old Castle, whiel
she had explored with Castor
Sauverandi
On the other hand, the L'
Mans-Angers-Nan route, which
had been taken. to put the police
on a false track, meapt only al
extra hour of two, at most, fo'
any one motoring to Alencon
Lastly, that coach house aear
big town, that Limousine waiting
ready charged with petrol, show