"Continue," said the judge to Bosja.
"I endured the dreadful sound as long as I could, until the anguish of my tooth became so great I could bear it no longer, and I sent a civil messenger to the Frank yonder to cease."
"And he complied with your request?"
"Not he, your mightiness. He played all the louder, and the dreadful noise he made nearly killed me."
"I was in my own room, your worship," interposed Mr. Figgins, "and had a right to play as loud as I liked."
The bashaw here referred to his vizier.
"What says the law?" he asked, in a low tone. "Does it permit a man to do what he likes in his own room?"
The vizier scratched his nose and reflected.
All the officials scratched their noses and reflected.
After a moment the vizier replied--
"It all depends, most wise and ill.u.s.trious. If the owner of the room be a true believer, he may turn it upside down if he please, not else."
"Good; and this flute-player is an infidel--a dog."
"I beg your pardon, sir, I"m a retired grocer," put in Figgins, who overheard the remark.
"Silence," growled the bashaw; "go on, plaintiff."
"Well, your highness," continued Bosja, "I continued to get worse and worse under this dreadful "too-tooting", until at last, driven to desperation, I sprang from my bed, and hammered at the wall, imploring him to be quiet."
"And he still refused?"
"He did, your mightiness."
"And you?"
"I was imploring Allah to soften his unmerciful heart, when suddenly he burst through the part.i.tion, which was thin----"
"No, no, no, your worship," interrupted Mr. Figgins, vehemently, "it was he who burst through, not me."
"Silence," cried the bashaw; "dare not to interrupt the words of truth."
"But they"re not words of truth, your worship; they"re abominable--false."
"Silence, dog," shouted the potentate, crimson with anger.
"Silence, dog," echoed the rest of the judicial body.
"Continue, plaintiff."
"Well, your highness," went on Bosja, "he then seized me violently, tore my turban from my head, and endeavoured to thrust his diabolical, "too-tooing" instrument down my throat."
"To which you objected?"
"Strongly, your highness. I seized the flute in self-defence, and it came in half in my hand, and he then dragged me from the room, and with gigantic strength, hurled me backwards down the stairs."
"Allah Kerin, it was a mercy your back was not broken," exclaimed the bashaw.
"I feel sore all over, your highness," said Bosja, ruefully, "and fear I am seriously injured."
"And the culprit was endeavouring to escape, was he not?" asked the judge.
"He was, your mightiness, when my soldiers discovered him clinging to the wall," replied the officer of the soldiers.
"Wallah thaih, it is well said."
The bashaw conferred again with his vizier for a moment, and then, turning towards the luckless Figgins, who found himself changed from the plaintiff into the defendant, he said to him sternly--
"And now, unbelieving dog, what have you to say?"
"Only this," the orphan replied, without hesitation; "that that witness has uttered a tissue of abominable lies."
"I have spoken naught but the truth," exclaimed the unblushing Bosja, solemnly. "Bashem ustun, upon my head be it."
"Well, let us hear what account you have to give," said the bashaw to the defendant.
"My account is very simple," said Figgins. "I was playing my flute, when that Turk insisted on my stopping. I considered I had a right to do as I liked in my own apartment and refused."
"You had no right to do as you liked."
"What, not in my own chamber that I had paid for?"
"Certainly not."
Mr. Figgins shook his clenched fist fiercely in the air at this extraordinary declaration.
"There"s neither law nor justice here," he cried, indignantly. "In England----"
"You"re not in England, dog," shouted the bashaw, "you"re in Turkey."
The orphan felt painfully at that moment that he was.
"I don"t care how soon I"m out of such a miserable den of thieves and rogues," he said.
"What does the fellow say?" demanded the bashaw, who did not quite understand all the orphan said.
"He says his face will be whitened by the rays of your highness"s wisdom, the like to which he has never before seen," the vizier interpreted.
"Umph!" growled his superior.