"Right-o! Heave ahead and I'll tow along, ready for anything that happens."
As the boys pushed across the street toward the door of the antique shop, a face dodged away from a second-story window. And it was a face which, if the boys had seen it, would have warned them to be on their guard.
[CHAPTER XII.]
AT CLOSE QUARTERS.
M. Crenelette was a gray-haired, benevolent looking man with mild blue eyes. It was impossible to associate him with anything in the nature of lawlessness, and the boys were tempted to think they were on the wrong track.
M. Crenelette was French, but he talked English like one to the manner born.
His establishment was a veritable junk shop.
"What can I do for you, my friends?" he asked, getting up from a desk where he had been writing.
"Have you any objections to letting us take a look through your basement?" asked Matt.