"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 he 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 he 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
THE END.