"Come, don't lose time in useless words. Do you know where she is living?"
"No."
"Then why have you brought me here? Ha! if I have a regret it is that I ever committed myself to a dawdler like you."
For all answer Courtin took the paper he had picked from the ashes of the hearth in the rue du Marché and held it out to Monsieur Hyacinthe, raising the light that he might see to read it.
"Who wrote that?" asked the Jew.
"The young girl I told you about, who was with the person we are in search of."
"Yes, but she is not with her now."
"That is true."
"Therefore I should be glad to know what good this letter is. What does it prove? How can it help our purpose?"
Courtin shrugged his shoulders and replaced the candle beside the stone.