"Harry Girdwood."
"Good—and you can prove that both the persons whose names are assumed are in Turkey?"
"I can."
"Very good," said the prefect, rising, to intimate that the intercourse was over. "Our men shall be there in force for the capture."
CHAPTER XCII.
THE HARKAWAY'S GUIDE—LENOIR'S MUSEUM—THE CAVEAUX, AND WHAT THEY SAW THERE—THE MEDALS—THE TRUTH AT LAST—A COINER'S TRADE—AN ALARM—A DESPERATE FELLOW.
"Here we are again, sir," said Harry Girdwood, stepping up to Pierre Lenoir; "but I fear we are taking a great liberty in asking you to cicerone such a large party as we muster here."
Lenoir smiled.
It was not a free, frank smile.
To tell the truth, he was a bit annoyed, for besides the two youths there was Mole, and the attendant darkeys with them, Tinker and Bogey.