From afar Mr. Van Wyk saw Sterne blink straight at him and raise his hand to his hat.  They drew into the shade of a building (it was a bank), and the mate related how the boat with the crew got into Pangu Bay about six hours after the accident, and how they had lived for a fortnight in a state of destitution before they found an opportunity to get away from that beastly place.  The inquiry had exonerated everybody from all blame.  The loss of the ship was put down to an unusual set of the current.  Indeed, it could not have been anything else:  there was no other way to account for the ship being set seven miles to the eastward of her position during the middle watch.

“A piece of bad luck for me, sir.”

Sterne passed his tongue on his lips, and glanced aside.  “I lost the advantage of being employed by you, sir.  I can never be sorry enough.  But here it is:  one man’s poison, another man’s meat.  This could not have been handier for Mr. Massy if he had arranged that shipwreck himself.  The most timely total loss I’ve ever heard of.”

“What became of that Massy?” asked Mr. Van Wyk.

“He, sir?  Ha! ha!  He would keep on telling me that he meant to buy another ship; but as soon as he had the money in his pocket he cleared out for Manilla by mail-boat early in the morning.  I gave him chase right aboard, and he told me then he was going to make his fortune dead sure in Manilla.  I could go to the devil for all he cared.  And yet he as good as promised to give me the command if I didn’t talk too much.”

“You never said anything . . .”  Mr. Van Wyk began.

“Not I, sir.  Why should I?  I mean to get on, but the dead aren’t in my way,” said Sterne.  His eyelids were beating rapidly, then drooped for an instant.  “Besides, sir, it would have been an awkward business.  You made me hold my tongue just a bit too long.”

“Do you know how it was that Captain Whalley remained on board?  Did he really refuse to leave?  Come now!  Or was it perhaps an accidental . . .?”

“Nothing!” Sterne interrupted with energy.  “I tell you I yelled for him to leap overboard.  He simply must have cast off the painter of the boat himself.  We all yelled to him—­that is, Jack and I. He wouldn’t even answer us.  The ship was as silent as a grave to the last.  Then the boilers fetched away, and down she went.  Accident!  Not it!  The game was up, sir, I tell you.”

This was all that Sterne had to say.

Mr. Van Wyk had been of course made the guest of the club for a fortnight, and it was there that he met the lawyer in whose office had been signed the agreement between Massy and Captain Whalley.

“Extraordinary old man,” he said.  “He came into my office from nowhere in particular as you may say, with his five hundred pounds to place, and that engineer fellow following him anxiously.  And now he is gone out a little inexplicably, just as he came.  I could never understand him quite.  There was no mystery at all about that Massy, eh?  I wonder whether Whalley refused to leave the ship.  It would have been foolish.  He was blameless, as the court found.”