Chapter 24

“Have I got gold teeth?” demanded Barnett, and took from his mouth a small piece of gold paper, which still bore the imprint of two of his teeth. “Here’s your proof. I hope you find it properly convincing. With shoe-prints, a grey hat, a brown overcoat and two gold teeth, someone has fabricated an indisputable Monsieur Vernisson for your benefit. And how simple it is! One only has to get hold of a little bit of gilt paper—like this, which I got from the same shop in Vaneuil, where a whole sheet of it was purchased …