ore.

In his fast-clenched hand was found an envelope addressed to Mr. John
Harkaway, and on a closer examination a pin's point was seen sticking
through the paper.

This had just pricked the messenger's hand.

So slightly that, had not the tiny wound turned slightly blue, it would
have entirely escaped notice.

* * * *

Jack was now aware that he had in Turkey a deadly enemy, but who he was
he could not yet tell.

When the men of skill assembled around the body, they were puzzled to
assign a cause of death until one of them suggested it was apoplexy. So
apoplexy it was unanimously set down for.

There was no more fuss made.

The man was only a poor devil of a Circassian, who got a precarious
livelihood as a public messenger. So they

"Rattled his bones
Over the stones,
Like those of a pauper whom nobody owns."

And meanwhile, his murderer went his way.

"Fortunate I gave the name of Harkaway to that old professional
poisoner, for they will never trace this job to me."

There was, however, one result from this using of Jack Harkaway's name
which Herbert Murray certainly never contemplated.

But of this we must speak hereafter.

* * * *

In spite of his knowledge of the fact that he had enemies following his
footsteps, our hero would not remain in the house.

"I am quite as safe in the street as here," said he, in reply to Harry
Girdwood's representations of the danger he ran, "and I am sure, old
boy, you would not have me show the white feather."

"You never did that, and never will; but you need not run into
unnecessary danger."

"'Thrice is he armed who has his quarrel just,' and his revolver well
loaded. Ta-ta! I am just going to stroll down to this Turkish
substitute for a postoffice, and see if last night's steamer brought
any letters."

So Jack strolled down accordingly, and found a letter for him.

His heart beat with joy as he recognised the handwriting, and he
hurried home to read it.

On breaking open the envelope, out tumbled a beautiful carte de visite
portrait, a copy of which we are able to give, as we still thoroughly
retain young Jack's friendship and confidence.

He kissed it till he began to fear he might spoil the likeness, and
then placing it on the table before him, began to read.

And this is the letter--

"DEAR JACK,--_You very naughty b