Tirauclair

It was only the officials of the detective force who knew that Tirauclair and

Monsieur Lecoq

“There is precisely where you are mistaken!” exclaimed old Tirauclair, exultantly.

Monsieur Lecoq

Old Tirauclair turned so suddenly in his bed that his forgotten gout drew from him a terrible groan.

Monsieur Lecoq

On a large canopied bed, sweating and panting beneath the weight of numerous blankets, lay the two-faced oracle — Tirauclair, of the Prefecture — Tabaret, of the Rue Saint Lazare.

Monsieur Lecoq

Although Lecoq and Father Absinthe were much nearer the door than old Tirauclair, neither of them had heard the slightest sound; and they looked at each other in astonishment, wondering whether their host had been playing a little farce for their benefit, or whether his sense of hearing was really so acute as this incident would seem to indicate.

Monsieur Lecoq

Old Tirauclair spoke with such vehemence that even Father

Monsieur Lecoq

Old Tabaret, more Tirauclair than ever, gesticulated with such comical vehemence and such remarkable contortions that even the tall clerk smiled, for which, however, he took himself severely to task on going to bed that night.

The Widow Lerouge

And to think that he had been proud of his exploits, that he had boasted of his cunning, that he had plumed himself on his keenness of scent, that he had been flattered by that ridiculous sobriquet, "Tirauclair."

The Widow Lerouge

'Tirauclair,' from a phrase he is constantly in the habit of repeating.

The Widow Lerouge

Your game was well played; but you omitted to provide against two adversaries, a detective, not easily deceived, named Tirauclair, and another still more clever, named chance.

The Widow Lerouge