"The youth who came with me, and passed as my son, Yakoob, and his friend Harry Girdwood, or Haroun Pasha."
"Ah! two more impostors; bring them forward," said the pasha.
Search was made for Jack and Harry, but they were nowhere to be found.
In the confusion they had contrived to make good their escape.
"Well, we must make an example of the chief offender," said the pasha. "Prisoner, I find you have some difficulty in expressing yourself in our language, which alone should have stamped you as an impostor. I suppose you speak French?" he added, continuing his interrogation in that language. "I command you instantly to point out any other accomplices in this villainous fraud."
"The interpreter, Abdullah, your highness," said Mole, glad to be avenged upon that worthy.
Here Abdullah came forward, making a gesture of disgust, and turning up his eyes in pious horror.
"Inshallah! what lies do these dogs speak!" he exclaimed. "I swear to your highness, by the prophet, that I knew not, suspected not, till this moment that he was other than he seemed."
"You rascally old villain! you deserve bowstringing for this," cried Mole.
"Peace!" sternly cried the pasha. "Show me the forgery you dare to call the firman of his sublime majesty, the sultan."