We used to remonstrate12 with him:
“You will never see any of your advances if you go on like this, Morrison.”
He would put on a knowing air.
“I shall squeeze them yet some day — never you fear. And that reminds me”— pulling out his inseparable pocketbook —“there’s that So-and-So village. They are pretty well off again; I may just as well squeeze them to begin with.”
He would make a ferocious13 entry in the pocketbook.
Memo14: Squeeze the So-and-So village at the first time of calling.
Then he would stick the pencil back and snap the elastic15 on with inflexible16 finality; but he never began the squeezing. Some men grumbled17 at him. He was spoiling the trade. Well, perhaps to a certain extent; not much. Most of the places he traded with were unknown not only to geography but also to the traders’ special lore18 which is transmitted by word of mouth, without ostentation19, and forms the stock of mysterious local knowledge. It was hinted also that Morrison had a wife in each and every one of them, but the majority of us repulsed20 these innuendoes21 with indignation. He was a true humanitarian22 and rather ascetic23 than otherwise.
When Heyst met him in Delli, Morrison was walking along the street, his eyeglass tossed over his shoulder, his head down, with the hopeless aspect of those hardened tramps one sees on our roads trudging24 from workhouse to workhouse. Being hailed on the street he looked up with a wild worried expression. He was really in trouble. He had come the week before into Delli and the Portuguese25 authorities, on some pretence26 of irregularity in his papers, had inflicted27 a fine upon him and had arrested his brig.
Morrison never had any spare cash in hand. With his system of trading it would have been strange if he had; and all these debts entered in the pocketbook weren’t good enough to raise a millrei on — let alone a shilling. The Portuguese officials begged him not to distress28 himself. They gave him a week’s grace, and then proposed to sell the brig at auction29. This meant ruin for Morrison; and when Heyst hailed him across the street in his usual courtly tone, the week was nearly out.
Heyst crossed over, and said with a slight bow, and in the manner of a prince addressing another prince on a private occasion:
“What an unexpected pleasure. Would you have any objection to drink something with me in that infamous30 wine-shop over there? The sun is really too strong to talk in the street.”
The haggard Morrison followed obediently into a sombre, cool hovel which he would have distained to enter at any other time. He was distracted. He did not know what he was doing. You could have led him over the edge of a precipice31 just as easily as into that wine-shop. He sat down like an automaton32. He was speechless, but he saw a glass full of rough red wine before him, and emptied it. Heyst meantime, politely watchful33, had taken a seat opposite.
“You are in for a bout1 of fever, I fear,” he said sympathetically.
Poor Morrison’s tongue was loosened at that.
“Fever!” he cried. “Give me fever. Give me plague. They are diseases. One gets over them. But I am being murdered. I am being murdered by the Portuguese. The gang here downed me at last among them. I am to have my throat cut the day after tomorrow.”
In the face of this passion Heyst made, with his eyebrows34, a slight motion of surprise which would not have been misplaced in a drawing-room. Morrison’s despairing reserve had broken down. He had been wandering with a dry throat all over that miserable town of mud hovels, silent, with no soul to turn to in his distress, and positively35 maddened by his thoughts; and suddenly he had stumbled on a white man, figuratively and actually white — for Morrison refused to accept the racial whiteness of the Portuguese officials. He let himself go for the mere36 relief of violent speech, his elbows planted on the table, his eyes blood-shot, his voice nearly gone, the brim of his round pith hat shading an unshaven, livid face. His white clothes, which he had not taken off for three days, were dingy37. He had already gone to the bad, past redemption. The sight was shocking to Heyst; but he let nothing of it appear in his hearing, concealing38 his impression under that consummate39 good-society manner of his. Polite attention, what’s due from one gentleman listening to another, was what he showed; and, as usual, it was catching40; so that Morrison pulled himself together and finished his narrative41 in a conversational42 tone, with a man-of-the-world air.
“It’s a villainous plot. Unluckily, one is helpless. That scoundrel Cousinho — Andreas, you know — has been coveting43 the brig for years. Naturally, I would never sell. She is not only my livelihood44; she’s my life. So he has hatched this pretty little plot with the chief of the customs. The sale, of course, will be a farce45. There’s no one here to bid. He will get the brig for a song — no, not even that — a line of a song. You have been some years now in the islands, Heyst. You know us all; you have seen how we live. Now you shall have the opportunity to see how some of us end; for it is the end, for me. I can’t deceive myself any longer. You see it — don’t your?”
Morrison had pulled himself together, but one felt the snapping strain on his recovered self-possession. Heyst was beginning to say that he “could very well see all the bearings of this unfortunate —” when Morrison interrupted him jerkily.
“Upon my word, I don’t know why I have been telling you all this. I suppose seeing a thoroughly46 white man made it impossible to keep my trouble to myself. Words can’t do it justice; but since I’ve told you so much I may as well tell you more. Listen. This morning on board, in my cabin I went down on my knees and prayed for help. I went down on my knees!”
“You are a believer, Morrison?” asked Heyst with a distinct note of respect.
“Surely I am not an infidel.”
Morrison was swiftly reproachful in his answer, and there came a pause, Morrison perhaps interrogating47 his conscience, and Heyst preserving a mien48 of unperturbed, polite interest.
“I prayed like a child, of course. I believe in children praying — well, women, too, but I rather think God expects men to be more self-reliant. I don’t hold with a man everlastingly49 bothering the Almighty50 with his silly troubles. It seems such cheek. Anyhow, this morning I— I have never done any harm to any God’s creature knowingly — I prayed. A sudden impulse — I went flop51 on my knees; so you may judge —”
They were gazing earnestly into each other’s eyes. Poor Morrison added, as a discouraging afterthought:
“Only this is such a God-forsaken spot.”
Heyst inquired with a delicate intonation52 whether he might know the amount for which the brig was seized.
Morrison suppressed an oath, and named curtly53 a sum which was in itself so insignificant54 that any other person than Heyst would have exclaimed at it. And even Heyst could hardly keep incredulity out of his politely modulated55 voice as he asked if it was a fact that Morrison had not that amount in hand.
Morrison hadn’t. He had only a little English gold, a few sovereigns, on board. He had left all his spare cash with the Tesmans, in Samarang, to meet certain bills which would fall due while he was away on his cruise. Anyhow, that money would not have been any more good to him than if it had been in the innermost depths of the infernal regions. He said all this brusquely. He looked with sudden disfavour at that noble forehead, at those great martial56 moustaches, at the tired eyes of the man sitting opposite him. Who the devil was he? What was he, Morrison, doing there, talking like this? Morrison knew no more of Heyst than the rest of us trading in the Archipelago did. Had the Swede suddenly risen and hit him on the nose, he could not have been taken more aback than when this stranger, this nondescript wanderer, said with a little bow across the table:
“Oh! If that’s the case I would be very happy if you’d allow me to be of use!”
Morrison didn’t understand. This was one of those things that don’t happen — unheard of things. He had no real inkling of what it meant, till Heyst said definitely:
“I can lend you the amount.”
“You have the money?” whispered Morrison. “Do you mean here, in your pocket?”
“Yes, on me. Glad to be of use.”
Morrison, staring open-mouthed, groped over his shoulder for the cord of the eyeglass hanging down his back. When he found it, he stuck it in his eye hastily. It was as if he expected Heyst’s usual white suit of the tropics to change into a shining garment, flowing down to his toes, and a pair of great dazzling wings to sprout57 out on the Swede’s shoulders — and didn’t want to miss a single detail of the transformation58. But if Heyst was an angle from on high, sent in answer to prayer, he did not betray his heavenly origin by outward signs. So, instead of going on his knees, as he felt inclined to do, Morrison stretched out his hand, which Heyst grasped with formal alacrity59 and a polite murmur60 in which “Trifle — delighted — of service,” could just be distinguished61.
“Miracles do happen,” thought the awestruck Morrison. To him, as to all of us in the Islands, this wandering Heyst, who didn’t toil62 or spin visibly, seemed the very last person to be the agent of Providence63 in an affair concerned with money. The fact of his turning up in Timor or anywhere else was no more wonderful than the settling of a sparrow on one’s window-sill at any given moment. But that he should carry a sum of money in his pocket seemed somehow inconceivable.
So inconceivable that as they were trudging together through the sand of the roadway to the custom-house — another mud hovel — to pay the fine, Morrison broke into a cold sweat, stopped short, and exclaimed in faltering64 accents:
“I say! You aren’t joking, Heyst?”
“Joking!” Heyst’s blue eyes went hard as he turned them on the discomposed Morrison. “In what way, may I ask?” he continued with austere65 politeness.
Morrison was abashed66.
“Forgive me, Heyst. You must have been sent by God in answer to my prayer. But I have been nearly off my chump for three days with worry; and it suddenly struck me: ‘What if it’s the Devil who has sent him?’”
“I have no connection with the supernatural,” said Heyst graciously, moving on. “Nobody has sent me. I just happened along.”
“I know better,” contradicted Morrison. “I may be unworthy, but I have been heard. I know it. I feel it. For why should you offer —“
Heyst inclined his head, as from respect for a conviction in which he could not share. But he stuck to his point by muttering that in the presence of an odious67 fact like this, it was natural —
Later in the day, the fine paid, and the two of them on board the brig, from which the guard had been removed, Morrison who, besides, being a gentleman was also an honest fellow began to talk about repayment68. He knew very well his inability to lay by any sum of money. It was partly the fault of circumstances and partly of his temperament69; and it would have been very difficult to apportion70 the responsibility between the two. Even Morrison himself could not say, while confessing to the fact. With a worried air he ascribed it to fatality71:
“I don’t know how it is that I’ve never been able to save. It’s some sort of curse. There’s always a bill or two to meet.”
He plunged72 his hand into his pocket for the famous notebook so well known in the islands, the fetish of his hopes, and fluttered the pages feverishly73.
“And yet — look,” he went on. “There it is — more than five thousand dollars owing. Surely that’s something.”
He ceased suddenly. Heyst, who had been all the time trying to look as unconcerned as he could, made reassuring74 noises in his throat. But Morrison was not only honest. He was honourable75, too; and on this stressful day, before this amazing emissary of Providence and in the revulsion of his feelings, he made his great renunciation. He cast off the abiding76 illusion of his existence.
“No. No. They are not good. I’ll never be able to squeeze them. Never. I’ve been saying for years I would, but I give it up. I never really believed I could. Don’t reckon on that, Heyst. I have robbed you.”
Poor Morrison actually laid his head on the cabin table, and remained in that crushed attitude while Heyst talked to him soothingly77 with the utmost courtesy. The Swede was as much distressed78 as Morrison; for he understood the other’s feelings perfectly79. No decent feeling was ever scorned by Heyst. But he was incapable80 of outward cordiality of manner, and he felt acutely his defect. Consummate politeness is not the right tonic81 for an emotional collapse82. They must have had, both of them, a fairly painful time of it in the cabin of the brig. In the end Morrison, casting desperately83 for an idea in the blackness of his despondency, hit upon the notion of inviting84 Heyst to travel with him in his brig and have a share in his trading ventures up to the amount of his loan.
It is characteristic of Heyst’s unattached, floating existence that he was in a position to accept this proposal. There is no reason to think that he wanted particularly just then to go poking85 aboard the brig into all the holes and corners of the Archipelago where Morrison picked up most of his trade. Far from it; but he would have consented to almost any arrangement in order to put an end to the harrowing scene in the cabin. There was at once a great transformation act: Morrison raising his diminished head, and sticking the glass in his eye to looked affectionately at Heyst, a bottle being uncorked, and so on. It was agreed that nothing should be said to anyone of this transaction. Morrison, you understand, was not proud of the episode, and he was afraid of being unmercifully chaffed.
“An old bird like me! To let myself be trapped by those damned Portuguese rascals86! I should never hear the last of it. We must keep it dark.”
From quite other motives87, among which his native delicacy88 was the principal, Heyst was even more anxious to bind89 himself to silence. A gentleman would naturally shrink from the part of heavenly messenger that Morrison would force upon him. It made Heyst uncomfortable, as it was. And perhaps he did not care that it should be known that he had some means, whatever they might have been — sufficient, at any rate, to enable him to lend money to people. These two had a duet down there, like conspirators90 in a comic opera, of “Sh — ssh, shssh! Secrecy91! Secrecy!” It must have been funny, because they were very serious about it.
And for a time the conspiracy92 was successful in so far that we all concluded that Heyst was boarding with the good-natured — some said: sponging on the imbecile — Morrison, in his brig. But you know how it is with all such mysteries. There is always a leak somewhere. Morrison himself, not a perfect vessel93 by any means, was bursting with gratitude94, and under the stress he must have let out something vague — enough to give the island gossip a chance. And you know how kindly95 the world is in its comments on what it does not understand. A rumour96 sprang out that Heyst, having obtained some mysterious hold on Morrison, had fastened himself on him and was sucking him dry. Those who had traced these mutters back to their origin were very careful not to believe them. The originator, it seems, was a certain Schomberg, a big, manly97, bearded creature of the Teutonic persuasion98, with an ungovernable tongue which surely must have worked on a pivot99. Whether he was a Lieutenant100 of the Reserve, as he declared, I don’t know. Out there he was by profession a hotel-keeper, first in Bangkok, then somewhere else, and ultimately in Sourabaya. He dragged after him up and down that section of the tropical belt a silent, frightened, little woman with long ringlets, who smiled at one stupidly, showing a blue tooth. I don’t know why so many of us patronized his various establishments. He was a noxious101 ass2, and he satisfied his lust102 for silly gossip at the cost of his customers. It was he who, one evening, as Morrison and Heyst went past the hotel — they were not his regular patrons — whispered mysteriously to the mixed company assembled on the veranda103:
“The spider and the fly just gone by, gentlemen.” Then, very important and confidential104, his thick paw at the side of his mouth: “We are among ourselves; well, gentlemen, all I can say is, I don’t you ever get mixed up with that Swede. Don’t you ever get caught in his web.”
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