While he waited thus, a strange commotion was observed amongst the pasha's suite.
The chief officer removed his turban and beard, and—wonderful to relate!—beneath it was the laughing face of Harry Girdwood.
He winked at his august master, who hurriedly removed his turban and beard as well.
And then the pasha bore a marvellous resemblance to Jack Harkaway the younger.
They helped to drag off each other's robes—for beneath their Turkish garments were their everyday clothes.
The veiled beauties of the harem were disrobed.
Beneath their veils and feminine attire they were familiarly garbed, and a glance revealed them to be Tinker and his body-guard Bogey.
"Now then, Mr. Figgins," said Nat Cringle, "wake up."
The orphan looked up in amazement at the sound.
"Nat Cringle!"