en----"

"They are young," exclaimed the prefect.

"They are young fiends. I have seen them fight like devils. They are
just as dangerous as Lenoir. They are an cunning as the evil one
himself, and will gammon even you, by their plausible tales."

"Let me see," said the prefect, thoughtfully. "I will take note of the
names which you tell me they are likely to assume."

"One has been calling himself Jack Harkaway."

"And the other?"

"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.

Lenoir was a cautious man, and he did not care to run risks.

"Are they friends and confidants of yours?" he asked, rather pointedly.

It was an odd speech to make, but as he smiled slightly, they took it
for a sort of joke.

"Oh, yes, they are confidential friends," returned Harry Girdwood,
smiling.

"Very good, let us begin our look round. We will walk along the quays
if you like, and thence past the Hotel de Ville. I shall show you
several objects of undoubted interest," said Lenoir, significantly.

He led the way on.

Jack fell back a few paces, walking on with Harry Girdwood.

"He's a very odd fellow," whispered the latter.

"Very."

Lenoir led them over the town before he ventured to approach the
Caveaux.

"I have a little museum not far away," he said.

"I am afraid we shall be intruding," began Jack.

"Not a bit," protested Lenoir.

The snuggery in question was situated at some little distance from the
town, and away from the main road.

The cottage was only a one-story building.

"His museum is not very extensive," whispered Harry Girdwood to his
companion, "if it is that cottage."

Lenoir was remarkably quick-eared.

"My museum is cunningly arra