"Mind your eye, Louis!" exclaimed Felix, in a low tone, grasping his friend on the shoulder. "Do you see that gentleman standing in front of Misserie's Hotel?"
"I see him; but what of him?" asked Louis as all the four stopped in the street.
"He has changed his rig; but you ought to know him," whispered Felix.
The gentleman was dressed in European costume, and appeared to be less than thirty years old. He certainly had a very handsome face, and an elegant jet black beard. He was looking carelessly about him, and did not appear to notice the boys. A moment later he went into the hotel.
"I never saw him before," Louis insisted.
"Yes, you have!" exclaimed Felix. "That gentleman is Ali-Noury Pacha!"
"Nonsense, Flix!" replied Louis. "If the Fatimé had come here, we should have seen her."
"I did not say that he came here in his steamer," added Felix.
"He has gone into the hotel. Come with me, Flix, and we will soon find out if it is he;" and Louis led the way into the house.
They made their way to the reading-room, where the gentleman had seated himself in an arm-chair and picked up a newspaper. Keeping out of sight themselves, they were soon satisfied that the person was the Pacha.