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"And Dubois telegraphed to have this hellish thing done?" "Yes, yes, they had warned me, they had killed my dog, and and now they have struck at my mother." He bent down his head on his hands. "She's all I've got, Tignol, she's seventy years old and infirm and no, no, I quit, I'm through."
"I'll be damned!" exclaimed Tignol. "Is it really as good as that?" asked the stranger, in a tone that made the old man jump. Tignol leaned closer, and then in a burst of admiration he cried: "Nom de dieu! It's Coquenil!" "It's a composition of rubber," laughed Coquenil. "You slip it on over your own tooth. See?" and he put back the yellow fang. "Extraordinary!" muttered Tignol.
"Somebody helped him or the chips would still be there, somebody held back those hangings while he worked the auger, and somebody carried the auger away." Tignol pondered this, a moment, then, his face brightening: "Hah! I see! The sofa hangings were held back when the shot came, then they fell into place and covered the holes?" "That's it," replied the detective absently.
"I knew it, I knew it," chuckled Papa Tignol, as he trotted off. "There's something doing!" With this much arranged, Coquenil, after paying for his friend's absinthe, strolled over to a cab stand near the statue of Henri IV and selected a horse that could not possibly make more than four miles an hour.
"When she came out of the telephone booth she slipped on a long black rain coat that was hanging there. It belonged to the telephone girl and it's missing. The rain coat had a hood to it which the woman pulled over her head. Then she walked out quietly and no one paid any attention to her." "Good work, Papa Tignol," approved Coquenil.
"I was getting my handkerchief." "Here's the handkerchief," said Tignol, holding up a pistol. At this there was fresh tumult in the audience, with men cursing and women shrieking. The judge turned gravely to De Heidelmann-Bruck. "I have a painful duty to perform, sir. Take this man out under arrest, and clear the room."
Coquenil stopped short and said earnestly: "Papa Tignol, when this case is over and forgotten, when this man has gone where he belongs, and I know where that is" he brought his hand down sideways swiftly "I shall have the lesson of this Brussels search cut on a block of stone and set in my study wall.
Tignol shrugged his shoulders. "La, la, la! What a man! If you had fallen into a hole you might have broken your leg! Well, you didn't fall into the hole!" Coquenil smiled. "You're right, I ought to be pleased, I am pleased. After all, it was a neat bit of work.
Then to the man: "There's a bad piece of ground in the yard; you'd better have this," and, without warning, he flashed his electric lantern full in the chauffeur's face. "Merci, m'sieur," said the latter stolidly after a slight start, and again he moved away, while Tignol clutched M. Paul's arm in excitement. "You saw him?" whispered the detective. "Did I see him!" exulted the other.
"What do you think?" smiled the detective. Papa Tignol paused, and then, bobbing his head in comical seriousness: "I think, if I were this man, I'd sooner have the devil after me than Paul Coquenil." It was nearly four o'clock when Coquenil left the Ansonia and started up the Champs Elysées, breathing deep of the early morning air. The night was still dark, although day was breaking in the east.
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