Delphi Collected Works of W. Somerset Maugham (Illustrated)

by William Somerset Maugham

  ‘It doesn’t matter at all,’ smiled Alec. ‘I’d forgotten all about it.’

  ‘I lost my head. I didn’t know what I was doing.’

  ‘You need not trouble about that. In Africa even the strongest of us are apt to lose our balance.’

  Alec filled his pipe again, and lighting it, blew heavy clouds of smoke into the damp air. His voice was softer when he spoke.

  ‘Did you ever know that before we came away I asked Lucy to marry me?’

  George did not answer. He stifled a sob, for the recollection of Lucy, the centre of his love and the mainspring of all that was decent in him, transfixed his heart with pain.

  ‘She asked me to bring you here in the hope that you’d,’ — Alec had some difficulty in expressing himself— ‘do something that would make people forget what happened to your father. She’s very proud of her family. She feels that your good name is — besmirched, and she wanted you to give it a new lustre. I think that is the object she has most at heart in the world. It is as great as her love for you. The plan hasn’t been much of a success, has it?’

  ‘She ought to have known that I wasn’t suited for this sort of life,’ answered George, bitterly.

  ‘I saw very soon that you were weak and irresolute, but I thought I could put some backbone into you. I hoped for her sake to make something of you after all. Your intentions seemed good enough, but you never had the strength to carry them out.’ Alec had been watching the smoke that rose from his pipe, but now he looked at George. ‘I’m sorry if I seem to be preaching at you.’

  ‘Oh, do you think I care what anyone says to me now?’

  Alec went on very gravely, but not unkindly.

  ‘Then I found you were drinking. I told you that no man could stand liquor in this country, and you gave me your word of honour that you wouldn’t touch it again.’

  ‘Yes, I broke it. I couldn’t help myself. The temptation was too strong.’

  ‘When we came to the station at Munias, and I was laid up with fever, you and Macinnery took the opportunity to get into an ugly scrape with some native women. You knew that that was the one thing I would not stand. I have nothing to do with morality — everyone is free in these things to do as he chooses — but I do know that nothing causes more trouble with the natives, and I’ve made definite rules on the subject. If the culprits are Swahilis I flog them, and if they’re whites I send them back to the coast. That’s what I ought to have done with you, but it would have broken Lucy’s heart.’

  ‘It was Macinnery’s fault.’

  ‘It’s because I thought Macinnery was chiefly to blame that I sent him back alone. I determined to give you another chance. It struck me that the feeling of authority might have some influence on you, and so, when I had to build a boma to guard the road down to the coast, I put the chief part of the stores in your care and left you in command. I need not remind you what happened there.’

  George looked down at the floor sulkily, and in default of excuses, kept silent. He felt a sullen resentment as he remembered Alec’s anger. He had never seen him give way before or since to such a furious wrath, and he had seen Alec hold himself with all his strength so that he might not thrash him. Alec remembered too, and his voice once more grew hard and cold.

  ‘I came to the conclusion that it was hopeless. You seemed to me rotten through and through.’

  ‘Like my father before me,’ sneered George, with a little laugh.

  ‘I couldn’t believe a word you said. You were idle and selfish. Above all you were loathsomely, wantonly cruel. I was aghast when I heard of the fiendish cruelty with which you’d used the wretched men whom I left with you. If I hadn’t returned in the nick of time, they’d have killed you and looted all the stores.’

  ‘It would have upset you to lose the stores, wouldn’t it?’

  ‘Is that all you’ve got to say?’

  ‘You always believed their stories rather than mine.’

  ‘It was difficult not to believe when a man showed me his back all torn and bleeding, and said you’d had him flogged because he didn’t cook your food to your satisfaction.’

  ‘I did it in a moment of temper. A man’s not responsible for what he does when he’s got fever.’

  ‘It was too late to send you to the coast then, and I was obliged to take you on. And now the end has come. Your murder of that woman has put us all in deadly peril. Already to your charge lie the deaths of Richardson and Thompson and about twenty natives. We’re as near destruction as we can possibly be; and if we’re killed, to-morrow the one tribe that has remained friendly will be attacked and their villages burnt. Men, women and children, will be put to the sword or sold into slavery.’

  George seemed at last to see the abyss into which he was plunged, and his resentment gave way to despair.

  ‘What are you going to do?’

  ‘We’re far away from the coast, and I must take the law into my own hands.’

  ‘You’re not going to kill me?’ gasped George.

  ‘No,’ said Alec scornfully.

  Alec sat on the little camp table so that he might be quite near George.

  ‘Are you fond of Lucy?’ he asked gently.

  George broke into a sob.

  ‘O God, you know I am,’ he cried piteously. ‘Why do you remind me of her? I’ve made a rotten mess of everything, and I’m better out of the way. But think of the disgrace of it. It’ll kill Lucy. And she was hoping I’d do so much.’

  He hid his face in his hands and sobbed broken-heartedly. Alec, strangely touched, put his hand on his shoulder.

  ‘Listen to me,’ he said. ‘I’ve sent Deacon and Rogers to bring up as many Latukas as they can. If we can tide over to-morrow we may be able to inflict a crushing blow on the Arabs; but we must seize the ford over the river. The Arabs are holding it and our only chance is to make a sudden attack on them to-night before the natives join them. We shall be enormously outnumbered, but we may do some damage if we take them by surprise, and if we can capture the ford, Rogers and Deacon will be able to get across to us. We’ve lost Richardson and Thompson. Perkins is down with fever. That reduces the whites to Walker, and the doctor, Condamine, Mason, you and myself. I can trust the Swahilis, but they’re the only natives I can trust. Now, I’m going to start marching straight for the ford. The Arabs will come out of their stockade in order to cut us off. In the darkness I mean to slip away with the rest of the white men and the Swahilis, I’ve found a short cut by which I can take them in the rear. They’ll attack just as the ford is reached, and I shall fall upon them. Do you see?’

  George nodded, but he did not understand at what Alec was driving. The words reached his ears vaguely, as though they came from a long way off.

  ‘I want one white man to lead the Turkana, and that man will run the greatest possible danger. I’d go myself only the Swahilis won’t fight unless I lead them.... Will you take that post?’

  The blood rushed to George’s head, and he felt his ears singing.

  ‘I?’

  ‘I could order you to go, but the job’s too dangerous for me to force it on anyone. If you refuse I shall call the others together and ask someone to volunteer.’

  George did not answer.

  ‘I won’t hide from you that it means almost certain death. But there’s no other way of saving ourselves. On the other hand, if you show perfect courage at the moment the Arabs attack and the Turkana find we’ve given them the slip, you may escape. If you do, I promise you that nothing shall be said of all that has happened here.’

  George sprang to his feet, and once more on his lips flashed the old, frank smile.

  ‘All right! I’ll do that. And I thank you with all my heart for giving me the chance.’

  Alec held out his hand, and he gave a sigh of relief.

  ‘I’m glad you’ve accepted. Whatever happens you’ll have done one brave action in your life.’

  George flushed. He wanted to speak, but hesitated.

  ‘I should l
ike to ask you a great favour,’ he said at last.

  Alec waited for him to go on.

  ‘You won’t let Lucy know the mess I’ve made of things, will you? Let her think I’ve done all she wanted me to do.’

  ‘Very well,’ answered Alec gently.

  ‘Will you give me your word of honour that if I’m killed you won’t say anything that will lead anyone to suspect how I came by my death.’

  Alec looked at him silently. It flashed across his mind that it might be necessary under certain circumstances to tell the whole truth. George was greatly moved. He seemed to divine the reason of Alec’s hesitation.

  ‘I have no right to ask anything of you. Already you’ve done far more for me than I deserved. But it’s for Lucy’s sake that I implore you not to give me away.’

  Alec, standing entirely still, uttered the words slowly.

  ‘I give you my word of honour that whatever happens and in whatever circumstances I find myself placed, not a word shall escape me that could lead Lucy to suppose that you hadn’t been always and in every way upright, brave, and honourable. I will take all the responsibility of your present action.’

  ‘I’m awfully grateful to you.’

  Alec moved at last. The strain of their conversation was become almost intolerable. Alec’s voice became cheerful and brisk.

  ‘I think there’s nothing more to be said. You must be ready to start in half an hour. Here’s your revolver.’ There was a twinkle in his eyes as he continued: ‘Remember that you’ve discharged one chamber. You’d better put in another cartridge.’

  ‘Yes, I’ll do that.’

  George nodded and went out. Alec’s face at once lost the lightness which it had assumed a moment before. He knew that he had just done something which might separate him from Lucy for ever. His love for her was now the only thing in the world to him, and he had jeopardised it for that worthless boy. He saw that all sorts of interpretations might be put upon his action, and he should have been free to speak the truth. But even if George had not exacted from him the promise of silence, he could never have spoken a word. He loved Lucy far too deeply to cause her such bitter pain. Whatever happened, she must think that George was a brave man, and had died in the performance of his duty. He knew her well enough to be sure that if death were dreadful, it was more tolerable than dishonour. He knew how keenly she had felt her disgrace, how it affected her like a personal uncleanness, and he knew that she had placed all her hopes in George. Her brother was rotten to the core, as rotten as her father. How could he tell her that? He was willing to make any sacrifice rather than allow her to have such knowledge. But if ever she knew that he had sent George to his death she would hate him. And if he lost her love he lost everything. He had thought of that before he answered: Lucy could do without love better than without self-respect.

  But he had told George that if he had pluck he might get through. Would he show that last virtue of a blackguard — courage?

  XII

  It was not till six months later that news of Alec MacKenzie’s expedition reached the outer world, and at the same time Lucy received a letter from him in which he told her that her brother was dead. That stormy night had been fatal to the light-hearted Walker and to George Allerton, but success had rewarded Alec’s desperate boldness, and a blow had been inflicted on the slavers which subsequent events proved to be crushing. Alec’s letter was grave and tender. He knew the extreme grief he must inflict upon Lucy, and he knew that words could not assuage it. It seemed to him that the only consolation he could offer was that the life which was so precious to her had been given for a worthy cause. Now that George had made up in the only way possible for the misfortune his criminal folly had brought upon them, Alec was determined to put out of his mind all that had gone before. It was right that the weakness which had ruined him should be forgotten, and Alec could dwell honestly on the boy’s charm of manner, and on his passionate love for his sister.

  The months followed one another, the dry season gave place to the wet, and at length Alec was able to say that the result he had striven for was achieved. Success rewarded his long efforts, and it was worth the time, the money, and the lives that it had cost. The slavers were driven out of a territory larger than the United Kingdom, treaties were signed with chiefs who had hitherto been independent, by which they accepted the suzerainty of Great Britain; and only one step remained, that the government should take over the rights of the company which had been given powers to open up the country, and annex the conquered district to the empire. It was to this that MacKenzie now set himself; and he entered into communication with the directors of the company and with the commissioner at Nairobi.

  But it seemed as if the fates would snatch from him all enjoyment of the laurels he had won, for on their way towards Nairobi, Alec and Dr. Adamson were attacked by blackwater fever. For weeks Alec lay at the point of death. His fine constitution seemed to break at last, and he himself thought that the end was come. Condamine, one of the company’s agents, took command of the party and received Alec’s final instructions. Alec lay in his camp bed, with his faithful Swahili boy by his side to brush away the flies, waiting for the end. He would have given much to live till all his designs were accomplished, but that apparently was not to be. There was only one thing that troubled him. Would the government let the splendid gift he offered slip through their fingers? Now was the time to take formal possession of the territories which he had pacified: the prestige of the whites was at its height, and there were no difficulties to be surmounted. He impressed upon Condamine, whom he wished to be appointed sub-commissioner under a chief at Nairobi, the importance of making all this clear to the authorities. The post he suggested would have been pressed upon himself, but he had no taste for official restrictions, and his part of the work was done. So far as this went, his death was of little consequence.

  And then he thought of Lucy. He wondered if she would understand what he had done. He could acknowledge now that she had cause to be proud of him. She would be sorry for his death. He did not think that she loved him, he did not expect it; but he was glad to have loved her, and he wished he could have told her how much the thought of her had been to him during these years of difficulty. It was very hard that he might not see her once more in order to thank her for all she had been to him. She had given his life a beauty it could never have had, and for this he was very grateful. But the secret of George’s death would die with him; for Walker was dead, and Adamson, the only man left who could throw light upon it, might be relied on to hold his tongue. And Alec, losing strength each day, thought that perhaps it were well if he died.

  But Condamine could not bear to see his chief thus perish. For four years that man had led them, and only his companions knew his worth. To his acquaintance he might seem hard and unsympathetic, he might repel by his taciturnity and anger by his sternness; but his comrades knew how eminent were his qualities. It was impossible for anyone to live with him continually without being conquered by his greatness. If his power with the natives was unparalleled, it was because they had taken his measure and found him sterling. And he had bound the whites to him by ties from which they could not escape. He asked no one to do anything which he was not willing to do himself. If any plan of his failed he took the failure upon himself; if it succeeded he attributed the success to those who had carried out his orders. If he demanded courage and endurance from others it was easy, since he showed them the way by his own example to be strong and brave. His honesty, justice, and forbearance made all who came in contact with him ashamed of their own weakness. They knew the unselfishness which considered the comfort of the meanest porter before his own; and his tenderness to those who were ill knew no bounds.

  The Swahilis assumed an unaccustomed silence, and the busy, noisy camp was like a death chamber. When Alec’s boy told them that his master grew each day weaker, they went about with tears running down their cheeks, and they would have wailed aloud, but that they knew he must not be dis
turbed. It seemed to Condamine that there was but one chance, and that was to hurry down, with forced marches, to the nearest station. There they would find a medical missionary to look after him and the comforts of civilisation which in the forest they so woefully lacked.

  Alec was delirious when they moved him. It was fortunate that he could not be told of Adamson’s death, which had taken place three days before. The good, strong Scotchman had succumbed at last to the African climate; and on this, his third journey, having surmounted all the perils that had surrounded him for so long, almost on the threshold of home, he had sunk and died. He was buried at the foot of a great tree, far down so that the jackals might not find him, and Condamine with a shaking voice read over him the burial service from an English prayerbook.

  It seemed a miracle that Alec survived the exhaustion of the long tramp. He was jolted along elephant paths that led through dense bush, up stony hills and down again to the beds of dried-up rivers. Each time Condamine looked at the pale, wan man who lay in the litter, it was with a horrible fear that he would be dead. They began marching before sunrise, swiftly, to cover as much distance as was possible before the sun grew hot; they marched again towards sunset when a grateful coolness refreshed the weary patient. They passed through interminable forests, where the majestic trees sheltered under their foliage a wealth of graceful, tender plants: from trunk and branch swung all manner of creepers, which bound the forest giants in fantastic bonds. They forded broad streams, with exquisite care lest the sick man should come to hurt; they tramped through desolate marshes where the ground sunk under their feet. And at last they reached the station. Alec was still alive.

  For weeks the tender skill of the medical missionary and the loving kindness of his wife wrestled with death, and at length Alec was out of danger. His convalescence was very slow, and it looked often as though he would never entirely get back his health. But as soon as his mind regained its old activity, he resumed direction of the affairs which were so near his heart; and no sooner was his strength equal to it than he insisted on being moved to Nairobi, where he was in touch with civilisation, and, through the commissioner, could influence a supine government to accept the precious gift he offered. All this took many months, months of anxious waiting, months of bitter disappointment; but at length everything was done: the worthy Condamine was given the appointment that Alec had desired and set out once more for the interior; Great Britain took possession of the broad lands which Alec, by his skill, tact, perseverance and strength, had wrested from barbarism. His work was finished, and he could return to England.