who had been clerk in some commercial house in the Dutch colonies.  I gathered from Stein that this man was an unsatisfactory person in more ways than one, all being more or less indefinite and offensive.  It was solely for his wife’s sake that Stein had appointed him manager of Stein & Co.’s trading post in Patusan; but commercially the arrangement was not a success, at any rate for the firm, and now the woman had died, Stein was disposed to try another agent there.  The Portuguese, whose name was Cornelius, considered himself a very deserving but ill-used person, entitled by his abilities to a better position.  This man Jim would have to relieve.  “But I don’t think he will go away from the place,” remarked Stein.  “That has nothing to do with me.  It was only for the sake of the woman that I . . .  But as I think there is a daughter left, I shall let him, if he likes to stay, keep the old house.”

’Patusan is a remote district of a native-ruled state, and the chief settlement bears the same name.  At a point on the river about forty miles from the sea, where the first houses come into view, there can be seen rising above the level of the forests the summits of two steep hills very close together, and separated by what looks like a deep fissure, the cleavage of some mighty stroke.  As a matter of fact, the valley between is nothing but a narrow ravine; the appearance from the settlement is of one irregularly conical hill split in two, and with the two halves leaning slightly apart.  On the third day after the full, the moon, as seen from the open space in front of Jim’s house (he had a very fine house in the native style when I visited him), rose exactly behind these hills, its diffused light at first throwing the two masses into intensely black relief, and then the nearly perfect disc, glowing ruddily, appeared, gliding upwards between the sides of the chasm, till it floated away above the summits, as if escaping from a yawning grave in gentle triumph.  “Wonderful effect,” said Jim by my side.  “Worth seeing.  Is it not?”

’And this question was put with a note of personal pride that made me smile, as though he had had a hand in regulating that unique spectacle.  He had regulated so many things in Patusan—­things that would have appeared as much beyond his control as the motions of the moon and the stars.

’It was inconceivable.  That was the distinctive quality of the part into which Stein and I had tumbled him unwittingly, with no other notion than to get him out of the way; out of his own way, be it understood.  That was our main purpose, though, I own, I might have had another motive which had influenced me a little.  I was about to go home for a time; and it may be I desired, more than I was aware of myself, to dispose of him—­to dispose of him, you understand—­before I left.  I was going home, and he had come to me from there, with his miserable trouble and his shadowy claim, like a man panting under a burden in a mist.  I cannot say I had