hat I was on the track of some mystery of which I alone had the clue。 I promised myself to search out the antecedents of the minister when I got to Durban； for I had a married cousin there； who might know something of his doings。 Then； as I passed by the companion… way to the lower deck； I heard voices； and peeping over the rail； I saw two men sitting in the shadow just beyond the hatch of the hold。
I thought they might be two of the sailors seeking coolness on the open deck； when something in the figure of one of them made me look again。 The next second I had slipped back and stolen across the after…deck to a point just above them。 For the two were the black minister and that ugly yellow villain； Henriques。
I had no scruples about eavesdropping； but I could make nothing of their talk。 They spoke low； and in some tongue which may have been Kaffir or Portuguese； but was in any case unknown to me。 I lay； cramped and eager； for many minutes； and was just getting sick of it when a familiar name caught my ear。 Henriques said something in which I caught the word 'Blaauwildebeestefontein。' I listened intently； and there could be no mistake。 The minister repeated the name； and for the next few minutes it recurred often in their talk。 I went back stealthily to bed； having something to make me forget my aching tooth。 First of all； Laputa and Henriques were allies。 Second； the place I was bound for had something to do with their schemes。
I said nothing to Mr Wardlaw； but spent the next week in the assiduous toil of the amateur detective。 I procured some maps and books from my friend； the second engineer； and read all I could about Blaauwildebeestefontein。 Not that there was much to learn； but I remember I had quite a thrill when I discovered from the chart of the ship's run one day that we were in the same latitude as that uncouthly…named spot。 I found out nothing； however； about Henriques or the Rev。 John Laputa。 The Portuguese still smoked in the stern； and thumbed his greasy notebook； the minister sat in his deck… chair； and read heavy volumes from the ship's library。 Though I watched every night； I never found them again together。
At Cape Town Henriques went ashore and did not return。 The minister did not budge from the ship the three days we lay in port； and； indeed； it seemed to me that he kept his cabin。 At any rate I did not see his great figure on deck till we were tossing in the choppy seas round Cape Agulhas。 Sea… sickness again attacked me； and with short lulls during our stoppages at Port Elizabeth and East London； I lay wretchedly in my bunk till we sighted the bluffs of Durban harbour。
Here it was necessary for me to change my ship； for in the interests of economy I was going by sea to Delagoa Bay； and thence by the cheap railway journey into the Transvaal。 I sought out my cousin； who lived in a fine house on the Berea； and found a comfortable lodging for the three days of my stay there。 I made inquiries about Mr Laputa； but could hear nothing。 There was no native minister of that name； said my cousin； who was a great authority on all native questions。 I described the man； but got no further light。 No one had seen or heard of such a being； 'unless；' said my cousin； 'he is one of those American Ethiopian rascals。'
My second task was to see the Durban manager of the firm which I had undertaken to serve。 He was a certain Mr Colles； a big fat man； who welcomed me in his shirt…sleeves； with a cigar in his mouth。 He received me pleasantly； and took me home to dinner with him。
'Mr Mackenzie has written about you；' he said。 'I'll be quite frank with you； Mr Crawfurd。 The firm is not exactly satisfied about the way business has been going lately at Blaauwildebeestefontein。 There's a grand country up there； and a grand opportunity for the man who can take it。 Japp； who is in charge； is an old man now and past his best； but he has been long with the firm； and we don't want to hurt his feelings。 When he goes； which must be pretty soon； you'll have a good chance of the place； if you show yourself an active young fellow。'
He told me a great deal more about Blaauwildebeestefontein； principally trading details。 Incidentally he let drop that Mr Japp had had several assistants in the last few years。 I asked him why they had left； and he hesitated。
'It's a lonely place； and they didn't like the life。 You see； there are few white men near； and young fellows want society。 They complained； and were moved on。 But the firm didn't think the more of them。'
I told him I had come out with the new schoolmaster。
'Yes；' he said reflectively； 'the school。 That's been vacant pretty often lately。 What sort of fellow is this Wardlaw？ Will he stay； I wonder？'
'From all accounts；' I said； 'Blaauwildebeestefontein does not seem popular。'
'It isn't。 That's why we've got you out from home。 The colonial…born doesn't find it fit in with his idea of comfort。 He wants society； and he doesn't like too many natives。 There's nothing up there but natives and a few back…veld Dutchmen with native blood in them。 You fellows from home are less set on an easy life； or you wouldn't be here。'
There was something in Mr Colles's tone which made me risk another question。
'What's the matter with the place？ There must be more wrong with it than loneliness to make everybody clear out。 I have taken on this job； and I mean to stick to it； so you needn't be afraid to tell me。'
The manager looked at me sharply。 'That's the way to talk； my lad。 You look as if you had a stiff back； so I'll be frank with you。 There is something about the place。 It gives the ordinary man the jumps。 What it is； I don't know； and the men who come back don't know themselves。 I want you to find out for me。 You'll be doing the firm an enormous service if you can get on the track of it。 It may be the natives； or it may be the takhaars； or it may be something else。 Only old Japp can stick it out； and he's too old and doddering to care about moving。 I want you to keep your eyes skinned； and write privately to me if you want any help。 You're not out here for your health； I can see； and here's a chance for you to get your foot on the ladder。
'Remember； I'm your friend；' he said to me again at the garden gate。 'Take my advice and lie very low。 Don't talk； don't meddle with drink； learn all you can of the native jabber； but don't let on you understand a word。 You're sure to get on the track of something。 Good…bye； my boy；' and he waved a fat hand to me。
That night I embarked on a cargo…boat which was going round the coast to Delagoa Bay。 It is a small world … at least for us far…wandering Scots。 For who should I find when I got on board but my old friend Tam Dyke； who was second mate on the vessel？ We wrung each other's hands； and I answered； as best I could； his questions about Kirkcaple。 I had supper with him in the cabin； and went on deck to see the moorings cast。
Suddenly there was a bustle on the quay； and a big man with a handbag forced his way up the gangway。 The men who were getting ready to cast off tried to stop him； but he elbowed his way forward； declaring he must see the captain。 Tam went up to him and asked civilly if he had a passage taken。 He admitted he had not； but said he would make it right in two minutes with the captain himself。 The Rev。 John Laputa； for some reason of his own； was leaving Durban with more haste than he had entered it。
I do not know what passed with the captain； but the minister got his passage right enough； and Tam was even turned out of his cabin to make room for him。 This annoyed my friend intensely。
'That black brute must be made of money； for he paid through the nose for this； or I'm a Dutchman。 My old man doesn't take to his black brethren any more than I do。 Hang it all； what are we coming to； when we're turning into a blooming cargo boat for niggers？'
I had all too little of Tam's good company； for on the afternoon of the second day we reached the little town of Lourenco Marques。 This was my final landing in Africa； and I mind how eagerly I looked at the low； green shores and the bush…covered slopes of the mainland。 We were landed from boats while the ship lay out in the bay； and Tam came ashore with me to spend the evening。 By this time I had lost every remnant of homesickness。 I had got a job before me which promised better things than colleging at Edinburgh； and I was as keen to get up country now as I had been loth to leave England。 My mind being full of mysteries； I scanned every Portuguese loafer on the quay as if he had been a spy； and when Tam and I had had a bottle of Collates in a cafe I felt that at last I had got to foreign parts and a new world。
Tam took me to supper with a friend of his； a Scot by the name of Aitken； who was landing…agent for some big mining house on the Rand。 He hailed from Fife and gave me a hearty welcome； for he had heard my father preach in his young days。 Aitken was a strong； broad…shouldered fellow who had been a sergeant in the Gordons； and during the war he had done secret…service work in Delagoa。 He had hunted； too； and traded up and down Mozambique； and knew every dialect of the Kaffirs。 He asked m