Captain Giles explained in a conciliating tone that it had been only a friendly remark in reference to my abrupt leaving the ship for no apparent reason.

I muttered grumpily:  “Oh! leaving his ship,” and mended my pace.  He kept up by my side in the deep gloom of the avenue as if it were his conscientious duty to see me out of the colony as an undesirable character.  He panted a little, which was rather pathetic in a way.  But I was not moved.  On the contrary.  His discomfort gave me a sort of malicious pleasure.

Presently I relented, slowed down, and said: 

“What I really wanted was to get a fresh grip.  I felt it was time.  Is that so very mad?”

He made no answer.  We were issuing from the avenue.  On the bridge over the canal a dark, irresolute figure seemed to be awaiting something or somebody.

It was a Malay policeman, barefooted, in his blue uniform.  The silver band on his little round cap shone dimly in the light of the street lamp.  He peered in our direction timidly.

Before we could come up to him he turned about and walked in front of us in the direction of the jetty.  The distance was some hundred yards; and then I found my coolies squatting on their heels.  They had kept the pole on their shoulders, and all my worldly goods, still tied to the pole, were resting on the ground between them.  As far as the eye could reach along the quay there was not another soul abroad except the police peon, who saluted us.

It seems he had detained the coolies as suspicious characters, and had forbidden them the jetty.  But at a sign from me he took off the embargo with alacrity.  The two patient fellows, rising together with a faint grunt, trotted off along the planks, and I prepared to take my leave of Captain Giles, who stood there with an air as though his mission were drawing to a close.  It could not be denied that he had done it all.  And while I hesitated about an appropriate sentence he made himself heard: 

“I expect you’ll have your hands pretty full of tangled-up business.”

I asked him what made him think so; and he answered that it was his general experience of the world.  Ship a long time away from her port, owners inaccessible by cable, and the only man who could explain matters dead and buried.

“And you yourself new to the business in a way,” he concluded in a sort of unanswerable tone.

“Don’t insist,” I said.  “I know it only too well.  I only wish you could impart to me some small portion of your experience before I go.  As it can’t be done in ten minutes I had better not begin to ask you.  There’s that harbour launch waiting for me, too.  But I won’t feel really at peace till I have that ship of mine out in the Indian Ocean.”

He remarked casually that from Bangkok to the Indian Ocean was a pretty long step.  And this murmur, like a dim flash from a dark lantern, showed me for a moment the broad belt of islands and reefs between that unknown ship, which was mine, and the freedom of the great waters of the globe.