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318 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1936
But the morrow was Easter Sunday and 'improper for any business of that nature [i.e., absconding with the money].' He might burn Mergui, but he would not pack on the Day of Resurrection. Instead, he gave a great party for the whole station. All the Europeans on that distant shore were invited. It was a noble entertainment, says Davenport, White was at his best. He was, of course, the master; his house was the centre of interest, the place about which rumour was always busy. Every merchant, every farmer, bazaar-girls, water-men, looked up at it, standing above them on its height, as they went about their labours. It represented everything that was important, that mattered. White was a great lord in that place, On this Easter night his windows were all lit; there was coming and going; sedan chairs arriving, the welcome, toasts; without, crowds standing and watching in the darkness. He himself knew that the end was near, some kind of an end, and it mellowed and saddened him. Davenport had hardly seen him with a manner so gentle and grand.What kind of an end was to meet Samuel White and his protector in the Siamese capital, Constant Faulcon, a Greek who had become the most powerful politician in Siam -- after the ailing king -- comes fast and furious on the heels of this Easter feast.