'I wanted to show this place to my friend.

He has heard of your garden-house and the fun there.' 'The Signor is mistaken.

I have no garden-house.' 'Rot,' I said; 'I've been here before, my boy.

I recall your shanty at the back and many merry nights there.

What was it you called it?
Oh, I remember--the Garden-House of Suliman the Red.' He put his finger to his lip and looked incredibly sly.