"Then, if you remember, we saw the outside of the building—or what Yamousa said was the outside of it—And the lower story was occupied by an antique shop."
"Right-o! The sign above the shop bore the name of Crenelette."
"Exactly. Now, Dick, it strikes me we ought to go down Royal Street and look for Crenelette's place of business. There's nothing we can do for Carl, just now, inasmuch as we don't know where to go to find him, and there may be something we can do for Townsend."
"Your head's level, matey, like it always is. We'll go on a hunt for Townsend. If the contents of the iron chest can't be recovered, we must do the next best thing and help Townsend out of a hole—provided he is in a hole, which seems almost certain."
Matt turned away and addressed himself to Rigolette.
"How long was Jurgens here, in your house, Rigolette?" he asked.
"Two—t'ree day, m'sieu."
"What was he doing here?"
"Zat I do not know. Sapristi! My head ees buzzing wit' all dese zings vat I don't onderstan'."
"You may not have been doing anything wrong, of your own knowledge, by harboring and helping Jurgens and Proctor, Rigolette, but those men are criminals, and you've got to walk pretty straight from this on if you don't want to get yourself into trouble."