Jack Harkaway's Boy Tinker Among The Turks

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by Bracebridge Hemyng


  CHAPTER LXVIII.

  PADDY MAHMOUD PLAYS THE PASHA--LOCAL STATISTICS--VISIT TO THEKONAKI--HOSPITALITY VERSUS AL KORAN.

  The Irish Turk contrived, after some talk, that our friends shouldprocure an entry into the palace of the pasha.

  "Back stairs infloonce, me boys," said the Irish Turk, with a wink, "isan illigant institooshn, and is jist as privlint here, sorrs, as it isin St. James's or at the castle."

  "How do you work it?"

  "I have my own particular pals, which shall be nameless, at the pasha'spalace."

  "Officers?"

  The Irish Turk looked very demure and replied--

  "Not exactly officers; officeresses, ye understand."

  "You're a terrible Turk, Paddy," laughed young Jack.

  "When shall we be able to get over the palace?" demanded HarryGirdwood.

  "Come to me in the course of to-morrow afternoon," said the Irish Turk.

  "We will."

  * * * *

  This arranged, they strolled through the bazaar, trading and barteringwith the dealers, and making an odd collection of purchases, to takehome as curiosities.

  But of all the curiosities, the most remarkable was perhaps a pair ofreal Egyptian mummies, which they discovered in the possession of ashrewd and greedy old Arab.

  "We shall have quite an extensive museum," said Jack.

  "Blessed if I care to see a brace o' stiff uns on board," growled NatCringle.

  "We shall not for the present take them on board," said Jack; "we shallfirst take them to our rooms. We shall find some use for the mummies,eh, Harry?"

  "I believe you, my boy," said Harry. "We'll name the mummies Mole andthe orphan. Ha, ha!"

  Well, that same afternoon, as agreed upon, young Jack and HarryGirdwood presented themselves at the residence of the Irish Turk, PaddyMahmoud Ben Flannigan, as the boys had christened him.

  They had got themselves up _a la Turc_.

  Tinker and his attendant Bogey were also suitably attired.

  They found the Irishman seated upon the floor with his legs under him.

  He arose as the guests entered, and advanced to greet them politely.

  "Make yourselves at home, gentlemen," he said, "and say what'll ye takebefore we get along."

  Jack tipped the wink to his companion.

  "I'd like a little nip of something to cure the belly-ache," heanswered slily.

  "Ye can have that same," responded their host.

  He went to a cupboard, and produced a stumpy, but capacious bottle, andthree glasses.

  "Whatever is that?" said Harry, in affected surprise.

  "A drop of the crater," responded Paddy Mahmoud, pouring it out.

  "Here's your health," said Harry Girdwood.

  The two lads nodded at their host, and sipped.

  The Irish Turk tossed off his whisky at a gulp.

  "When shall you be ready to go up to the palace?" asked Jack.

  "All in good time," returned the host. "In the first place, it is notcalled the palace."

  "What then?"

  "The Konaki."

  "Konaki!"

  "That's it. Now I'll show you exactly how to conduct yourselves whenyou are presented at court," he said.

  Three servants entered, carrying three pipes, each of the same size,and each having jewelled amber mouth-pieces.

  The servants drew themselves up like automatons, each placing his righthand on his heart.

  The next moment they were inhaling their first draught of somewonderful tobacco, the host keeping up the traditional Turkish customof puffing half a minute or so before the guests.

  When they had puffed away in silence for some little time, the servantsreturned.

  One of them carried a crimson napkin, richly embroidered with gold,thrown over his left shoulder.

  And others carried a coffee tray, upon which were cups of elegantfilagree work.

  Each of the guests were presented with a cup of coffee--not very niceaccording to our notions, being thick, unstrained and unsweetened.

  Yet the Turks are considered the only people who really understand theart of making coffee.

  This disposed of, the servants retired.

  "Now," says the host, "that's just what ye'll have to do when you go upto the Konaki, to be, so to speak, presented at court. When you govisiting his excellency the pasha on any business, no matter howpressing it may be, you mustn't speak of it until the pipes and thecoffee have been got through. You have only to observe this littlecustomary bit of etiquette, and all will go on merrily as a marriagebell."

  "Have you ever seen the pasha yourself?" asked Jack.

  "Often."

  "What's he like?"

  "Every inch a gentleman."

  This rather surprised them.

  "Now let's come off, and you shall see over the Konaki."

 

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