nine o'clock in the morning
You might 's well , M'sieur Dumars , go try find those money in those statue of Virgin Mary that M'sieur Morin present at those _ p ` tite soeurs _ , as try find one _ femme _ . '' At Madame Tibault 's last words , Robbins started slightly and cast a keen , sidelong glance at Dumars . The Creole sat , unmoved , dreamily watching the spirals of his cigarette smoke . It was then nine o'clock in the morning and , a few minutes later , the two friends separated , going different ways to their day 's duties . And now follows the brief story of Madame Tibault 's vanished thousands : New Orleans will readily recall to mind the circumstances attendant upon the death of Mr. Gaspard Morin , in that city . Mr. Morin was an artistic goldsmith and jeweller in the old French Quarter , and a man held in the highest esteem . He belonged to one of the oldest French families , and was of some distinction as an antiquary and historian .