"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.