"Stop a bit," said Lenoir. "I have forgotten to ask rather an important detail."
"What is it?"
"The name of this fellow?"
"Jack Harkaway," was the reply.
CHAPTER XC.
MARKBY'S MISSIVE—ON THE WATCH!—"SMART FELLOW, MARKBY!"—MARKBY'S MYRMIDON—THE SPY'S MISSION.
The Englishman Markby was gone before Pierre Lenoir could question him further.
"Jack Harkaway?" exclaimed Lenoir; "I have heard that name before. Of course; I remember now. But Markby speaks of him as a lad. Why, the Harkaway that I remember must be a middle-aged man by now; besides, what little I knew of Harkaway then would not show him to be a likely man for my purpose."
Not long after this, as Lenoir was upon the point of rising and leaving the café, a commissionaire or public messenger came up at a run with a note in his hand.
"M'sieu Lenoir."