the address himself.

The money-changer examined the address of the letter, and forthwith was
filled with amazement.

"Halil Patrona!" cried he, "have you been taking part in the Carnival of
the Giaours that you have allowed yourself to be so befooled? Or can't
you read?"

"Read! of course I can. But I don't fancy I can know the man to whom
this letter is directed."

"Well, all I can say is that you knew him very well indeed this time
yesterday, for the man is yourself--none other."

Halil, full of astonishment, took the letter, which hitherto he had not
regarded--sure enough it was addressed to himself.

"Then he who gave me this letter must needs be a madman, and there is a
purse which I have to hand over along with it."

"Yes, I see that your name is written on that also."

"But I have nothing to do with either the purse or the letter. Of a
truth the man who confided them to me must have been a lunatic."

"It will be best if you break open the letter and read it, then you will
_know_ what you have got to do with it."

This was true enough. The best way for a man to find out what he has to