witty. What I mean is his nature. No simpler, more scrupulously
delicate soul had ever lived in such a - a - comfortable envelope.
How we used to laugh at Davidson's fine scruples! In short, he's
thoroughly
humane, and I don't imagine there can be much of any
other sort of
goodness that counts on this earth. And as he's that
with a shade of particular
refinement, I may well call him a
'REALLY good man.'"
I knew from old that Hollis was a firm
believer in the final value
of shades. And I said: "I see" - because I really did see
Hollis's Davidson in the
sympathetic stout man who had passed us a
little while before. But I remembered that at the very moment he
smiled his
placid face appeared veiled in
melancholy - a sort of
spiritual shadow. I went on.
"Who on earth has paid him off for being so fine by spoiling his
smile?"
"That's quite a story, and I will tell it to you if you like.
Confound it! It's quite a
surprising one, too. Surprising in
every way, but
mostly in the way it knocked over poor Davidson -
and
apparently only because he is such a good sort. He was telling
me all about it only a few days ago. He said that when he saw
these four fellows with their heads in a bunch over the table, he
at once didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. You mustn't
suppose that Davidson is a soft fool. These men -
"But I had better begin at the
beginning. We must go back to the
first time the old dollars had been called in by our Government in
exchange for a new issue. Just about the time when I left these
parts to go home for a long stay. Every
trader in the islands was
thinking of getting his old dollars sent up here in time, and the
demand for empty French wine cases - you know the dozen of vermouth
or claret size - was something
unprecedented. The custom was to
pack the dollars in little bags of a hundred each. I don't know
how many bags each case would hold. A good lot. Pretty tidy sums
must have been moving
afloat just then. But let us get away from
here. Won't do to stay in the sun. Where could we - ? I know!
let us go to those tiffin-rooms over there."
We moved over
accordingly. Our appearance in the long empty room
at that early hour caused
visibleconsternationamongst the China
boys. But Hollis led the way to one of the tables between the
windows screened by rattan blinds. A
brilliant half-light trembled
on the ceiling, on the whitewashed walls, bathed the
multitude of
vacant chairs and tables in a
peculiar, stealthy glow.
"All right. We will get something to eat when it's ready," he
said, waving the
anxious Chinaman
waiter aside. He took his
temples touched with grey between his hands, leaning over the table
to bring his face, his dark, keen eyes, closer to mine.
"Davidson then was commanding the
steamer Sissie - the little one
which we used to chaff him about. He ran her alone, with only the
Malay serang for a deck officer. The nearest approach to another
white man on board of her was the engineer, a Portuguese half-
caste, as thin as a lath and quite a
youngster at that. For all
practical purposes Davidson was managing that command of his
single-handed; and of course this was known in the port. I am
telling you of it because the fact had its influence on the
developments you shall hear of
presently.
"His
steamer, being so small, could go up tiny creeks and into
shallow bays and through reefs and over sand-banks, collecting
produce, where no other
vessel but a native craft would think of
venturing. It is a paying game, often. Davidson was known to
visit in her places that no one else could find and that hardly
anybody had ever heard of.
"The old dollars being called in, Davidson's Chinaman thought that
the Sissie would be just the thing to collect them from small
traders in the less frequented parts of the Archipelago. It's a
good business. Such cases of dollars are dumped aft in the ship's
lazarette, and you get good
freight for very little trouble and
space.
"Davidson, too, thought it was a good idea; and together they made
up a list of his calls on his next trip. Then Davidson (he had
naturally the chart of his voyages in his head) remarked that on
his way back he might look in at a certain settlement up a mere
creek, where a poor sort of white man lived in a native village.
Davidson
pointed out to his Chinaman that the fellow was certain to
have some rattans to ship.
"'Probably enough to fill her forward,' said Davidson. 'And