eri of Paradise, and she was bewitched by this Harkaway,
who, how we know not, penetrated within the sacred precincts of his
highness's harem, and stole her away."

"Vengeance of Allah! but he deserves death!" exclaimed the pasha, half
rising, and his eyes flashing with anger.

"But, your eminence, to make his crime complete, he committed another;
he stabbed the pasha to the heart."

"By the sword of the prophet, he dies!" exclaimed Ibrahim; "but what
proof hast thou of all this?"

"I can bring several witnesses to the truth of what I say," said
Murray. "If any other proof were wanting, Thyra, the pearl beyond
price, disappeared from the palace the very day, the very hour of the
pasha's death, and she is now at the residence of Harkaway and his
friends."

"Please, your worship," here broke in Chivey, "if you'll let me have my
talk, I'll prove it, as sure as eggs are eggs."

"The giaour's servant entreats your highness to listen to the words of
truth," was the way in which the astute Abdullah translated this
appeal.

Chivey gave his evidence, a story carefully concocted between him and
his master, and to this was added the confirmation of several natives
of the town, men who would swear black was white, for a dollar or two.

Of course, old Mole was represented as Harkaway's chief adviser, and
his aider and abettor in the late pasha's death.

This story, of course, did not really impose upon Ibrahim Pasha; he
knew more of the actual facts than Murray could do, but it served his
turn to pretend to believe it, so he thanked Murray for his
information.

Abdullah (the real assassin) was so profound a dissembler, so utterly
devoid of conscience, that he put down, at Murray's dictation, the
names of the innocent Harkaway and his friends, remarking calmly--

"I think we have got hold of the right criminals at last."

"We will send and have them arrested at once," said Ibrahim. "Vizier,
let these Christians be rewarded for their information by a purse of
gold, and despatch an armed force to the lair of those English dogs,
who have slain my lamented predecessor. And, Vizier, don't forget,
whatever you do, to bring the beautiful Thyra to me."

"Pasha, to hear is to obey," said Abdullah.

"Ha, ha! I think we've done for the Harkaway party this time," said
Murray gleefully to Chivey.

"It was a capital dodge, I must say," answered Chivey, "although my
belief is that Ibrahim Passher is an old rascal, and knows who r