Part 21 (1/2)

”Right!” said Abdul, speaking in a changed voice as the ceremonies ended. ”Now, then, Toomuch, what is it? Hurry up. Be quick. What is the matter?”

Toomuch rose to his feet, lifted his hands high in the air with the palms facing the Sultan.

”One is without,” he said.

”Without what?” I asked eagerly of the Sultan.

”Without--outside. Don't you understand Turkish? What you call in English--a gentleman to see me.”

”And did he make all that fuss and delay over that?” I asked in disgust. ”Why with us in Canada, at one of the public departments of Ottawa, all that one would have to do would be simply to send in a card, get it certified, then simply wait in an anteroom, simply read a newspaper, send in another card, wait a little, then simply send in a third card, and then simply--”

”Pshaw!” said Abdul. ”The cards might be poisoned. Our system is best. Speak on, Toomuch. Who is without? Is it perchance a messenger from Smith Pasha, Minister under Heaven of the United States?”

”Alas, no!” said Toomuch. ”It is HE. It is THE LARGE ONE!”

As he spoke he rolled his eyes upward with a gesture of despair.

”HE!” cried Abdul, and a look of terror convulsed his face. ”The Large One! Shut him out! Call the Chief Eunuch and the Major Domo of the Harem! Let him not in!”

”Alas,” said Toomuch, ”he threw them out of the window.

Lo! he is here, he enters.”

As the secretary spoke, a double door at the end of the hall swung noisily open, at the blow of an imperious fist, and with a rattle of arms and accoutrements a man of gigantic stature, wearing full military uniform and a spiked helmet, strode into the room.

As he entered, an attendant who accompanied him, also in a uniform and a spiked helmet, called in a loud strident voice that resounded to the arches of the hall:

”His High Excellenz Feld Marechal von der Doppelbauch, Spezial Representant of His Majestat William II, Deutscher Kaiser and King of England!”

Abdul collapsed into a little heap. His fez fell over his face. Toomuch Koffi had slunk into a corner.

Von der Doppelbauch strode noisily forward and came to a stand in front of Abdul with a click and rattle after the Prussian fas.h.i.+on.

”Majestat,” he said in a deep, thunderous voice, ”I greet you. I bow low before you. Salaam! I kiss the floor at your feet.”

But in reality he did nothing of the sort. He stood to the full height of his six feet six and glowered about him.

”Salaam!” said Abdul, in a feeble voice.

”But who is this?” added the Field-Marshal, looking angrily at me.

My costume, or rather my disguise, for, as I have said, I was wearing a poke bonnet with a plain black dress, seemed to puzzle him.

”My new governess,” said Abdul. ”She came this morning.

She is a professor--”

”Bah!” said the Field-Marshal, ”a _woman_ a professor! Bah!”

”No, no,” said Abdul in protest, and it seemed decent of the little creature to stick up for me. ”She's all right, she is interesting and knows a great deal. She's from Canada!”

”What!” exclaimed Von der Doppelbauch. ”From Canada!