“Rascal!” he cried, pointing to Lyamshin, “take hold of the scoundrel, turn him over⁠ ⁠… turn his legs⁠ ⁠… his head⁠ ⁠… so that his head’s up⁠ ⁠… up!”

Lyamshin jumped on to his feet. The laughter grew louder.

“Turn out all the scoundrels who are laughing!” Lembke prescribed suddenly.

There was an angry roar and laughter in the crowd.

“You can’t do like that, your Excellency.”

“You mustn’t abuse the public.”

“You are a fool yourself!” a voice cried suddenly from a corner.

“Filibusters!” shouted someone from the other end of the room.