But all he succeeded in doing was to loosen one of the ends.
Gradually the turban began to unwind itself, the end trailing on the ground.
The Turk in pursuit caught up this end, and grasping it firmly, brought all his weight to bear upon the fugitive.
Suddenly the hapless Figgins began to feel strong symptoms of strangulation.
The next moment, a sharp jerk from the burly Turk pulled him to the ground.
But this saved him.
No sooner was he prostrate on his back than the turban slipped from his head, and he was free.
Springing to his feet, he darted off at a speed which no human grocer could ever have dreamt of.
He was soon far beyond pursuit.
All he had lost was his green and yellow striped turban.