While we were hanging about near the water's edge, as sailors idling ashore will do (it was in the open space before the Harbour Office of a great Eastern port), a man came towards us from the "front" of business houses, aiming obliquely at the landing steps.
He attracted my attention because in the movement of figures in white drill suits on the pavement from which he stepped, his costume, the usual tunic and trousers, being made of light grey flannel, made him noticeable.
I had time to observe him.He was stout, but he was not grotesque.
His face was round and smooth, his complexion very fair.On his nearer approach I saw a little moustache made all the fairer by a good many white hairs.And he had, for a stout man, quite a good chin.In passing us he exchanged nods with the friend I was with and smiled.
My friend was Hollis, the fellow who had so many adventures and had known so many queer people in that part of the (more or less)gorgeous East in the days of his youth.He said: "That's a good man.I don't mean good in the sense of smart or skilful in his trade.I mean a really GOOD man."I turned round at once to look at the phenomenon.The "really GOODman" had a very broad back.I saw him signal a sampan to come alongside, get into it, and go off in the direction of a cluster of local steamers anchored close inshore.
I said: "He's a seaman, isn't he?"
"Yes.Commands that biggish dark-green steamer: 'Sissie -Glasgow.' He has never commanded anything else but the 'Sissie -Glasgow,' only it wasn't always the same Sissie.The first he had was about half the length of this one, and we used to tell poor Davidson that she was a size too small for him.Even at that time Davidson had bulk.We warned him he would get callosities on his shoulders and elbows because of the tight fit of his command.And Davidson could well afford the smiles he gave us for our chaff.He made lots of money in her.She belonged to a portly Chinaman resembling a mandarin in a picture-book, with goggles and thin drooping moustaches, and as dignified as only a Celestial knows how to be.
"The best of Chinamen as employers is that they have such gentlemanly instincts.Once they become convinced that you are a straight man, they give you their unbounded confidence.You simply can't do wrong, then.And they are pretty quick judges of character, too.Davidson's Chinaman was the first to find out his worth, on some theoretical principle.One day in his counting-house, before several white men he was heard to declare: 'Captain Davidson is a good man.' And that settled it.After that you couldn't tell if it was Davidson who belonged to the Chinaman or the Chinaman who belonged to Davidson.It was he who, shortly before he died, ordered in Glasgow the new Sissie for Davidson to command."We walked into the shade of the Harbour Office and leaned our elbows on the parapet of the quay.
"She was really meant to comfort poor Davidson," continued Hollis.
"Can you fancy anything more naively touching than this old mandarin spending several thousand pounds to console his white man?
Well, there she is.The old mandarin's sons have inherited her, and Davidson with her; and he commands her; and what with his salary and trading privileges he makes a lot of money; and everything is as before; and Davidson even smiles - you have seen it? Well, the smile's the only thing which isn't as before.""Tell me, Hollis," I asked, "what do you mean by good in this connection?""Well, there are men who are born good just as others are born 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 visible consternation amongst 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.
