In this letter he was informed that Harkaway and four friends were about to depart for New York in a few days on board the steamer Erin, Miss Van Hoosen having preceded them by a week. "Bambino," exclaimed his lordship. "Signor," replied the valet, who glided softly to his side, with the noiseless motion of a black snake. "Three years ago, when I was in Florence, a man named Bambino was being tried for the commission of a double murder. He had killed the woman he was about to marry and a man of whom he was jealous. The trial excited great interest; and finally, being found guilty, Bambino was condemned to the galleys for the term of his natural life." The Italian raised his hand deprecatingly. "That was in the past, master," he said. "True; but it is necessary that I should recall it. I took an interest in you, visiting you in prison before your transportation to the coast to begin your life-long slavery. I wanted just such a man as yourself." "You have ever found me grateful, signor." "Don't interrupt me. You swore by your faith that if I procured your release, your life should be mine to dispose of, as I thought fit. By expending large sums in bribing your jailers, I contrived that you should escape, and since then you have lived a life of comparative ease and luxury." "It is true," exclaimed Bambino. "The time has how arrived when I want you to exercise your peculiar talents on my behalf." "You have but to command, my lord," replied the Italian. "It is for me to obey." "Good. You have seen Mr. Harkaway?" "I know him well." "Again, good," exclaimed Maltravers, whose dark eyes flashed vindictively. "Harkaway is my enemy!" "He shall die," said Bambino, solemnly. "Very well. It is for you to see to that. I am in the position you see me now, through that man. He starts for New York on Saturday in the steamer Erin, following a lady I love, whom he intends to steal from me and marry, if I do not stop him. You will embark on the same vessel, and by the time I am well enough to join you in New York, you will have rendered a good account of him." "His spirit shall have gone to the land of shades. I, Bambino, swear it," said the Italian. "I rely on you. Is it requisite for me to say anything more?" "Nothing, my lord." "Then take what money you want and be off," returned Lord Maltravers. That night Bambino was on his way to Liverpool, from which port the steamer started. CHAPTER IV. ADÉLE. Lord Maltravers was reading a book when the door opened and a beautiful girl with long silky dark hair entered the room. Her face was sad, and there were traces of tears on her pale cheeks. Springing forward, she threw herself on her knees before him, and seizing his hand, which she covered with kisses, exclaimed, in pathetic tones, "Oh! Arthur, at last I have found you." "Adéle!" he said, while a hectic flush mantled his cheek.