eally
did for the last governor."

"Keep all such suspicions to yourself," said Murray.

In a short time the captain of the pasha's guards, with a detachment of
troops, marched out to arrest our hero and his friends.

The news spread like wildfire that the murderers of the late pasha had
at length been discovered.

CHAPTER LXXXIII.

JACK HAS TO STAND A SIEGE.

And how far were Jack Harkaway and his friends really guilty in this
matter?

It was indeed true that Thyra, the beautiful Greek slave before alluded
to, had fled from the harem of the late pasha.

But this had nothing at all to do with his assassination.

No doubt Thyra cherished a strong attachment for young Jack, having
found a refuge in the same house.

She could not overcome it.

"I throw myself upon your protection," she said. "If I returned to my
master's, my fate would be instant death, but that would be preferable
to living without you, and be for ever separated from you."

Jack was much embarrassed.

He told her, gently as he could, that her love was hopeless.

"Oh, do not say that," cried Thyra, bursting into tears. "Do not send
me away; I'm ready to be your slave, and obey your every word."

Jack consulted with his friends under this difficult and delicate
condition of affairs, and they all agreed that Thyra must not be given
up to the pasha.

An hour afterwards, the report of his murder made matters still more
serious.

But he never dreamed that any suspicion of the actual crime would be
turned against himself.

It was therefore agreed to keep Thyra in close concealment, until an
opportunity offered to get her back to her friends.

The house occupied by Harkaway and his friends was, like most Oriental
edifices, built for endurance.

The walls were thick and strong as those of a castle.

The doorway was narrow, and led into a square courtyard or garden, and
with a fountain in the centre.

Into this yard most of the rooms opened.

The windows facing the street were mere loopholes.

The roof was flat, and in the evening formed a favourite lounge,
approached by a flight of steps, from one angle of the court.

It is necessary to be particular in describing the house, that our
readers may fully understand what follows.

Jack Harkaway was one morning in the courtyard, near the centre, with
Harry Girdwood, looking at a heap of curious weapons, which they had
purchased when roaming about the bazaars.

"Why, we've go