Sultan and all that. He said that there was nearly a row over the
'Higgins-Pasha' incident, and that the British agent put it pretty
straight to the Sultan's secretary. My friend said Constantinople
put him in mind of a lot of opera bouffe scenery that had got
spilled out in the mud. Say, Court, he said the streets were dirtier
than the Chicago streets."

"Oh, come now," said Hirsch.

"Fact! And the dogs! He told us he knows now where all the yellow
dogs go to when they die."

"But say," remarked Hirsch, "what is that about the Higgins-Pasha
business? I thought that was over long ago."

"Oh, it is," answered Semple easily. He looked at his watch. "I
guess it's about time to go up, pretty near half-past nine."

The three mounted the stairs, mingling with the groups of floor
traders who, in steadily increasing numbers, had begun to move in
the same direction. But on the way Hirsch was stopped by his
brother.

"Hey, I got that box of cigars for you."

Hirsch paused. "Oh! All right," he said, then he added: "Say, how
about that Higgins-Pasha affair? You remember that row between
England and Turkey. They tell me the British agent in Constantinople
put it pretty straight to the Sultan the other day."