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PART FOUR: CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Yes, Excellency," said Davidson in his placid voice; "there are
more dead in this affair--more white people, I mean--than have been
killed in many of the battles in the last Achin war."
Davidson was talking with an Excellency, because what was alluded to
in conversation as "the mystery of Samburan" had caused such a
sensation in the Archipelago that even those in the highest spheres
were anxious to hear something at first hand. Davidson had been
summoned to an audience. It was a high official on his tour.
"You knew the late Baron Heyst well?"
"The truth is that nobody out here can boast of having known him
well," said Davidson. "He was a queer chap. I doubt if he himself
knew how queer he was. But everybody was aware that I was keeping
my eye on him in a friendly way. And that's how I got the warning
which made me turn round in my tracks. In the middle of my trip and
steam back to Samburan, where, I am grieved to say, I arrived too
late."
Without enlarging very much, Davidson explained to the attentive
Excellency how a woman, the wife of a certain hotel-keeper named
Schomberg, had overheard two card-sharping rascals making inquiries
from her husband as to the exact position of the island. She caught
only a few words referring to the neighbouring volcano, but there
were enough to arouse her suspicions--"which," went on Davidson,
"she imparted to me, your Excellency. They were only too well
founded!"
"That was very clever of her," remarked the great man.
"She's much cleverer than people have any conception of," said
Davidson.
But he refrained from disclosing to the Excellency the real cause
which had sharpened Mrs. Schomberg's wits. The poor woman was in
mortal terror of the girl being brought back within reach of her
infatuated Wilhelm. Davidson only said that her agitation had
impressed him; but he confessed that while going back, he began to
have his doubts as to there being anything in it.
"I steamed into one of those silly thunderstorms that hang about the
volcano, and had some trouble in making the island," narrated
Davidson. "I had to grope my way dead slow into Diamond Bay. I
don't suppose that anybody, even if looking out for me, could have
heard me let go the anchor."
He admitted that he ought to have gone ashore at once; but
everything was perfectly dark and absolutely quiet. He felt ashamed
of his impulsiveness. What a fool he would have looked, waking up a
man in the middle of the night just to ask him if he was all right!
And then the girl being there, he feared that Heyst would look upon
his visit as an unwarrantable intrusion.
The first intimation he had of there being anything wrong was a big
white boat, adrift, with the dead body of a very hairy man inside,
bumping against the bows of his steamer. Then indeed he lost no
time in going ashore--alone, of course, from motives of delicacy.
"I arrived in time to see that poor girl die, as I have told your
Excellency," pursued Davidson. "I won't tell you what a time I had
with him afterwards. He talked to me. His father seems to have
been a crank, and to have upset his head when he was young. He was
a queer chap. Practically the last words be said to me, as we came
out on the veranda, were:
"'Ah, Davidson, woe to the man whose heart has not learned while
young to hope, to love--and to put its trust in life!'
"As we stood there, just before I left him, for he said be wanted to
be alone with his dead for a time, we heard a snarly sort of voice
near the bushes by the shore calling out:
"'Is that you, governor?'
"'Yes, it's me.'
"'Jeeminy! I thought the beggar had done for you. He has started
prancing and nearly had me. I have been dodging around, looking for
you ever since.'
"'Well, here I am,' suddenly screamed the other voice, and then a
shot rang out.
"'This time he has not missed him,' Heyst said to me bitterly, and
went back into the house.
"I returned on board as he had insisted I should do. I didn't want
to intrude on his grief. Later, about five in the morning, some of
my calashes came running to me, yelling that there was a fire
ashore. I landed at once, of course. The principal bungalow was
blazing. The heat drove us back. The other two houses caught one
after another like kindling-wood. There was no going beyond the
shore end of the jetty till the afternoon."
Davidson sighed placidly.
"I suppose you are certain that Baron Heyst is dead?"
"He is--ashes, your Excellency," said Davidson, wheezing a little;
"he and the girl together. I suppose he couldn't stand his thoughts
before her dead body--and fire purifies everything. That Chinaman
of whom I told your Excellency helped me to investigate next day,
when the embers got cooled a little. We found enough to be sure.
He's not a bad Chinaman. He told me that he had followed Heyst and
the girl through the forest from pity, and partly out of curiosity.
He watched the house till he saw Heyst go out, after dinner, and
Ricardo come back alone. While he was dodging there, it occurred to
him that he had better cast the boat adrift, for fear those
scoundrels should come round by water and bombard the village from
the sea with their revolvers and Winchesters. He judged that they
were devils enough for anything. So he walked down the wharf
quietly; and as he got into the boat, to cast her off, that hairy
man who, it seems, was dozing in her, jumped up growling, and Wang
shot him dead. Then he shoved the boat off as far as he could and
went away."
There was a pause. Presently Davidson went on, in his tranquil
manner:
"Let Heaven look after what has been purified. The wind and rain
will take care of the ashes. The carcass of that follower,
secretary, or whatever the unclean ruffian called himself, I left
where it lay, to swell and rot in the sun. His principal had shot
him neatly through the head. Then, apparently, this Jones went down
to the wharf to look for the boat and for the hairy man. I suppose
he tumbled into the water by accident--or perhaps not by accident.
The boat and the man were gone, and the scoundrel saw himself alone,
his game clearly up, and fairly trapped. Who knows? The water's
very clear there, and I could see him huddled up on the bottom,
between two piles, like a heap of bones in a blue silk bag, with
only the head and the feet sticking out. Wang was very pleased when
he discovered him. That made everything safe, he said, and he went
at once over the hill to fetch his Alfuro woman back to the hut."
Davidson took out his handkerchief to wipe the perspiration off his
forehead.
"And then, your Excellency, I went away. There was nothing to be
done there."
"Clearly!" assented the Excellency.
Davidson, thoughtful, seemed to weigh the matter in his mind, and
then murmured with placid sadness:
"Nothing!"
October 1912--May 1914
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