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The Slaves of Paris

By Émile Gaboriau.

Translated by Charles Scribner’s Sons.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Part I: Caught in the Net I: Putting on the Screw II: A Registry Office III: The Opinion of Dr. Hortebise IV: A Trustworthy Servant V: A Forgotten Crime VI: A Medical Advisor VII: In the Studio VIII: Mademoiselle de Mussidan IX: Rose’s Promotion X: “You Are a Thief” XI: The Man-Milliner XII: A Startling Revelation XIII: Husband and Wife XIV: Father and Daughter XV: Master Chupin XVI: A Turn of the Screw XVII: Some Scraps of Paper XVIII: An Infamous Trade XIX: A Friendly Rival XX: A Council of War XXI: An Academy of Music XXII: Diamond Cut Diamond XXIII: Father and Son XXIV: An Artful Trick XXV: A New Skin XXVI: At the Grand Turk XXVII: The Last Link Part II: The Champdoce Mystery I: A Ducal Monomaniac II: A Dangerous Acquaintance III: A Bold Adventure IV: A Financial Transaction V: A Bad Start VI: The Count de Puymandour VII: An Unlucky Blow VIII: The Little Glass Bottle IX: The Honor of the Name X: A Thunderbolt XI: Marriage Bells; Funeral Knells XII: “Rash Word, Rash Deed” XIII: A Scheme of Vengeance XIV: False Friend, Old Lover XV: A Stab in the Dark XVI: Husband and Lover XVII: Blade to Blade XVIII: The Heir of Champdoce XIX: Mascarin Speaks XX: A Sudden Check XXI: A Melancholy Masher XXII: A Gentleman in Difficulties XXIII: Ringing the Changes XXIV: The Vanishing Bills XXV: The Spy XXVI: Mascarin Moves XXVII: A Cruel Slur XXVIII: The Tempter XXIX: The Tafila Copper Mines, Limited XXX: The Veiled Portrait XXXI: Gaston’s Dilemma XXXII: M. Lecoq XXXIII: Through the Air XXXIV: The Day of Reckoning XXXV: “Every Man to His Own Place” Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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Part I Caught in the Net I Putting on the Screw

The cold on the 8th of February, 186-, was more intense than the Parisians had experienced during the whole of the severe winter which had preceded it, for at twelve o’clock on that day Chevalier’s thermometer, so well known by the denizens of Paris, registered three degrees below zero. The sky was overcast and full of threatening signs of snow, while the moisture on the pavement and roads had frozen hard, rendering traffic of all kinds exceedingly hazardous. The whole great city wore an air of dreariness and desolation, for even when a thin crust of ice covers the waters of the Seine, the mind involuntarily turns to those who have neither food, shelter, nor fuel.

This bitterly cold day actually made the landlady of the Hotel de Perou, though she was a hard, grasping woman of Auvergne, give a thought to the condition of her lodgers, and one quite different from her usual idea of obtaining the maximum of rent for the minimum of accommodation.

“The cold,” remarked she to her husband, who was busily engaged in replenishing the stove with fuel, “is enough to frighten the wits out of a Polar bear. In this kind of weather I always feel very anxious, for it was during a winter like this that one of our lodgers hung himself, a trick which cost us fifty francs, in good, honest money, besides giving us a bad name in the neighborhood. The fact is, one never knows what lodgers are capable of doing. You should go up to the top floor, and see how they are getting on there.”

“Pooh, pooh!” replied her husband, M. Loupins; “they will do well enough.”

“Is that really your opinion?”

“I know that I am right. Daddy Tantaine went out as soon as it was light, and a short time afterward Paul Violaine came down. There is no one upstairs now but little Rose, and I expect that she has been wise enough to stick to her bed.”

“Ah!” answered the landlady rather spitefully. “I have made up my mind regarding that young lady some time ago; she is a sight too pretty for this house, and so I tell you.”

The Hotel de Perou stands in the Rue de la Hachette, not twenty steps from the Place de Petit Pont; and no more cruelly sarcastic title could ever have been conferred on a building. The extreme shabbiness of the exterior of the house, the narrow, muddy street in which it stood, the dingy windows covered with mud, and repaired with every variety of patch⁠—all seemed to cry out to the passers by: “This is the chosen abode of misery and destitution.”

The observer might have fancied it a robbers’ den, but he would have been wrong; for the inhabitants were fairly honest. The Hotel