In every life there are certain to be incidents, often of the most
trivial nature possible, which, little as we may think so at the time,
are destined to remain with us, indelibly stamped upon our memories,
until we shuffle off this mortal coil. As far as my own existence is
concerned, I shall always remember the first view we obtained of Tanjong
Priok, as the seaport of Batavia is called, on the day we arrived there
from Singapore, engaged on the most extraordinary quest in which I had
ever taken part. It was towards evening, and the sky, not merely the
western, but indeed the whole length and breadth of the heavens, was
suffused with the glorious tints of sunset. Such another I do not
remember ever to have seen. In these later days, whenever I look back on
that strange adventure, the first thing I see pictured in my mind's eye
is that Dutch harbour with its shiny green wharves on one hand, its
desolate, wind-tossed cocoa-nut trees upon the shore on the other, and
that marvellously beautiful sky enveloping all like a blood-red mantle.
The voyage from Ceylon to Singapore, and thence to Java, calls for no
special comment, save that it was accomplished at the maximum of speed
and the minimum of convenience. So great, however, was Mr. Leversidge's
desire to get to the scene of the disaster, that he could scarcely wait
even for the most necessary preparations to be made. The whole way from
Colombo to Singapore he grumbled at the speed of the vessel, and when we
broke down later on off the coast of Sumatra, I really thought he would
have had a fit. However, as I have said before, we reached it at last,
and despite the catastrophe, in fairly good time. Having done so, we
went ashore, and, acting on my advice, installed ourselves at the Hotel
de Nederlander. There are few more beautiful places in the world than
Java, and few where I would less care to spend my life. It was
Leversidge's first visit to the island, however, and, as is usual in
such cases, its beauty exercised a powerful effect upon him. Java is
like itself and nothing else in the whole scope of the Immemorial East.
Once we were settled we began to think about our preparations for
accomplishing the last part of our singular journey, namely, our voyage
to the wreck. It was a delicate bit of business, and one that had to be
undertaken in a careful manner in order that no suspicions might be
aroused. The Dutch Government is as suspicious as a rat, and a great
deal more watchful than most people give it the credit of being. If
space permitted, which it does not, I could furnish you with tangible
evidence on this head.
"What do you intend doing first?" I had inquired of Mr. Leversidge, on
the evening of our landing, when we sat together after dinner in the
verandah outside our bedrooms.
"To-morrow morning I shall commence my inquiries for a vessel to carry
us on," he answered. "I do not, of course, in accordance with the
promise I gave you, desire to compromise you in any way, but if you
would give me a few hints as to the way in which I should proceed, I
should be very grateful to you. This is the first time I have been in
Java, and naturally I am not familiar with the ropes."
"I'll do all I can for you, with great pleasure," I replied; "on the
understanding, of course, that I take none of the responsibility. In the
first place, you will want a smart little vessel that will get us down
to the spot as quickly as possible. Then you will have to hire your
diving gear, pumps, dress, etc., and these, as my life and the entire
success of the business will depend upon them, must be of the very first
quality. Having secured your boat, you must find a trustworthy skipper
and crew. She must be provisioned, and when all that has been done, you
must arrange to get away from Tanjong Priok without a soul here being
the wiser as to what occasions your hurry. I take it that that is a fair
summary of the case?"
"You have hit it exactly," he answered; "but I'm afraid it's rather more
difficult than you suppose. In the first place, I want to be certain of
my man before I go to him. I don't want to make a false step and find
myself confronted with a person who will not only refuse to entertain my
request point-blank, but will inform the Government as soon as my back
is turned of my intentions. That would ruin everything."
"Well, if you want a man from whom you can make inquiries," I answered,
"and at the same time feel safe in so doing, I think I can put you on
the track of one. I've got his card in my bag now, and to-morrow morning
I'll give it to you. One thing is very certain: if there is any one on
this island who can help you, he is that man. But don't let him get an
inkling that you're after pearls, whatever you do, or he'll want to
stand in with you, as sure as you're born, or sell you to the Government
if you don't let him have his own way. I know for a fact that he owns a
fleet of schooners, all built for speed, though I expect when you ask
him he will deny knowing anything at all about them. They're fitted up
with the latest appliances in the way of pumps and gear, but I know
nothing of the crews they carry. You must look after them yourself, only
be very careful and keep your eyes open. Remember that every man about
here is a sailor, or pretends to be. Oftener, however, he is as big a
rascal as can be found in the East, and would not only play you false as
soon as look at you, but would slit your throat on the first convenient
opportunity, if for no other reward than to see how pretty you look
while he is doing it. I've had to do with them for more years than I
like to count, and I speak from experience. Now, with your permission,
I'll be off to bed. I'll give you the fellow's address to-morrow
morning."
"Many thanks," he said. "I am sincerely grateful to you for the help you
have rendered me."
"Don't mention it. I only hope it may prove of real service to you.
Good-night."
"Good-night, my dear sir," he answered. "Good-night. I trust that we
have now definitely started on our work, and that we are on the
threshold of great events."
Early next morning, that is to say after the early breakfast, which is
served either in the bedrooms or in the verandahs, as visitors may
prefer, I handed the old gentleman the card of the individual to whom I
had referred on the previous evening, and he immediately set off in
search of him. While he was gone I thought I would take a stroll down
town and find out what was doing, so, donning my solar topee, I lit a
cigar and set off. I had an old friend, who could tell me all I wanted
to know--a man I had often found useful--and, what was better still, one
whom I had impressed some time since with the belief that it would be by
no means advisable to attempt to play fast and loose with me. He was a
curious old fellow, of the name of Maalthaas, and claimed to be a
Dutchman. But I happened to be aware that this was not his name; he was
a native of Southern Germany, and had originally run away to escape
military service. He dwelt at the top of a curious building in the main
thoroughfare of the native town, the lower portion of which was
inhabited by Chinamen, and it was his boast that he knew more of what
was going on in the further East than even Li Chung Tang himself.
I found him in the act of getting out of bed, and he looked as if he
were suffering a recovery from a heavy opium bout, to which little
excesses he was very partial. When I opened the door, he greeted me
without showing the least surprise. A funnier little dried-up
skin-and-bone creature no one could have desired to see.
"Mynheer Collon?" he said, or rather gasped, for he was always
asthmatical. "I somehow expected I should see you this morning."
"Then your expectation is realized," I answered. "I happened to be in
Batavia, so I thought I would look you up. It is months since I last set
eyes on you."
"But why did you leave Colombo so suddenly, Mynheer?" he asked
inquisitively, disregarding the latter portion of my speech. "And how
does it come about that you did not accept that offer to squeeze the
dollars out of that tobacco firm in the Philippines?"
"How the deuce do you know anything about that?" I asked in surprise,
for it must be borne in mind that that business had been negotiated in
the strictest secrecy, and I had no idea that any one else, save the
parties mostly concerned, had any inkling of it, much less this
withered-up old mummy in Java, who sat on his bed screwing his
nutcracker face up into what he thought was a pleasant smile.
"I am old, and deaf, and blind as a bat," he answered; "but I am young
enough to have my wits about me. My ears are always open for a bit of
gossip, and blind as I am I can see as far into the world as my
neighbours."
"You've got wonderfully sharp eyes, Daddy," I replied. "Everybody knows
that. And what's more, you never make a mistake, do you? If I were as
clever as you are I'd start opium smuggling in Formosa to-morrow, and
make a fortune out of it."
Now it so happened that this very industry was the only real failure the
old man had had in his life, or, to be more exact, it was the only
failure which had ever come to light. In consequence he was the more
sensitive about it.
"You think yourself very clever, don't you?" he asked, "but you're not
quite as clever as old Maalthaas yet. For all he's so old he still has
his wits about him. Supposing he could tell you your errand here, and
why that white-haired old English merchant, Leversidge, is with you,
eh?"
"What do you know about Leversidge, you old wizard?" I cried; not,
however, without a little feeling of nervousness, as I thought of what
the consequences might be if this old rascal became aware of the game we
were playing and of the necessity that existed for secrecy.
"A good deal more than you think," he answered, with a sly chuckle.
"When Hatton Garden takes Christopher Collon in tow, their little game
is worth watching, it seems to me. At any rate, it's worth seeing if you
can discover the reason of it all."
"It is just possible it might gratify your curiosity," I said, "but for
my own part I don't see exactly where the benefit would come in. They
pay me fairly well; still----"
"Still not the full value of the pearl?" he cried. "That's what you were
going to say, I suppose?"
The start I could not prevent myself from giving must have shown him
that he had scored a bull's-eye. But I recovered myself almost
instantly, and by that time had made up my mind as to the course I
should pursue. "No, I don't suppose it is the full value of the pearl,"
I answered. "It's hardly likely it would be. Still, we must live, and,
as perhaps you know, business has not been very brisk of late. How have
you been doing yourself?"
"Nothing at all," he answered; and then added significantly, "I'm
looking out for something now. 'Make hay while the sun shines,' is my
motto, and I've always found it a good one."
"I'm sorry, then, that I can't help you to anything," I said. "If I
could you know I'd go out of my way to do so, don't you?"
Once more he glanced at me and chuckled. From what I knew of his ways, I
could see that there was some mischief still to come.
"You were always grateful for a little help, my boy, weren't you? We've
had many a good bit of business together at one time or another, if my
poor old memory serves me. It is just possible now that I can do you a
good turn, but I'm a poor man, and I want something for my trouble."
"What can you do for me?" I asked, as I searched his crafty old face
with my eyes, in the hopes of getting some inkling of what he had in his
mind.
"I can give you a warning about this present bit of work of yours," he
said. "It may save you a lot of trouble, and not only trouble but a bit
of danger, too, if what I hear is correct."
"The deuce you can!" I said; "and pray, what may that warning be?"
"Not too fast, my friend," he answered. "Before I tell you I want my
return. Give me the information I ask, and you shall know all I've got
to tell. It's worth hearing, I give you my word."
"Well, what is it you want to know? I've trusted you before, and I don't
mind doing so again. Ask your question and I'll answer it. But if you
get up to any larks, or play me false, why just you look out for
yourself, that's all."
"I'm not going to play you false," he answered, with another contortion
of his face. "What I want to know is, when you induced the Sultan of
Pela-Pelu to hand you over that Portugee chap, for whom the
Tsungli-Yamen in Pekin offered that reward, what was the threat you
used? I've got a little game to play there, and I want to be able to
pinch him so as to make him squeal in case he refuses me. Tell me how
you managed it, and I'll give you the information you need."
Before I answered him I took a minute or so to consider my position. I
did not want to betray my secret unless I was absolutely compelled to do
so, and yet I had good reason for believing that the old fellow would
not have hinted that there was something I ought to know, unless his
news were worth the telling. However, at last I made up my mind, took
out my pocket-book and turned up a certain entry.
"There it is," I said, as I handed it to him to read. "I got that
information first hand, so I know it can be relied upon. I threatened
him with exposure, and though he was very high up the tree before, he
soon climbed down."
Maalthaas read what was written on the page twice over, and then
scribbled a few notes on a piece of paper, which he took from under his
pillow. Having done so, he handed me back the book, which I pocketed.
"Now what have you got to tell me?" I inquired.
"First answer me one question," he said. "You're off to the wreck of the
_Monarch of Macedonia_, are you not?"
"I'm not going to say whether we are, or are not," I answered; "but
suppose, for the sake of argument, we are. What then?"
He leaned a little closer towards me, and his crafty old eyes twinkled
in his head like two brilliant stars.
"In that case," he said, "my advice is, make haste, for you may be sure
of one thing, and that is that _you're not the first_."
I sprang to my feet on hearing this. "Not the first!" I cried. "What the
deuce do you mean? Why are we not the first?"
[Illustration: "I sprang to my feet on hearing this. 'Not the first!' I
cried."]
"Because a schooner started yesterday for the wreck, with a full diving
plant aboard. Jim Peach is running the show, _and he has Yokohama Joe
with him_."
I did not wait to hear any more, but picking up my hat made for the
door, and before you could have counted fifty was flying up the street
at my best speed. Jim Peach had beaten me once before, he was not going
to do so again if I could help it.