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"Lataki," said Sanders carelessly, "knowing the ways of white men, tell me how a master might do his servant honour?"
The cook in the doorway hesitated.
"There are many ways," he said, after a pause. "He might----"
He stopped, not quite sure of his ground.
"Because you are a good servant, though possessed of faults," said Sanders, "I wish to honour you; therefore I have chosen this way; you, who have slept in my bed unbidden, shall sit at my table with me at my command."
The man hesitated, a little bewildered, then he shuffled forward and sat clumsily in the chair opposite his master.
"I will wait upon you," said Sanders, "according to the custom of your own people."
He heaped two large spoonfuls of palm-oil chop upon the plate before the man.
"Eat," he said.
But the man made no movement, sitting with his eyes upon the tablecloth.
"Eat," said Sanders again, but still Lataki sat motionless.
Then Sanders rose, and went to the open doorway of his bungalow and blew a whistle.
There was a patter of feet, and Sergeant Abiboo came with four Houssas.
"Take this man," said Sanders, "and put him in irons. To-morrow I will send him down country for judgment."
He walked back to the table, when the men had gone with their prisoner, carefully removed the poisoned dish, and made a meal of eggs and bananas, into neither of which is it possible to introduce ground glass without running the risk of instant detection.
Ground glass--glass powdered so fine that it is like precipitated chalk to the touch--is a bad poison, because when it comes in contact with delicate membranes right down inside a man, it lacerates them and he dies, as the bad men of the coast know, and have known for hundreds of years. In the course of time Lataki came before a judge who sat in a big thatched barn of a courthouse, and Lataki brought three cousins, a brother, and a disinterested friend, to swear that Sanders had put the glass in his own "chop" with malice aforethought. In spite of the unanimity of the evidence--the witnesses had no less than four rehearsals in a little hut the night before the trial--the prisoner was sentenced to fifteen years' penal servitude.
Here the matter would have ended, but for the Lulungo people, who live far away in the north, and who chose to regard the imprisonment of their man as a casus belli.
They were a suspicious people, a sullen, loveless, cruel people, and they were geographically favoured, for they lived on the edge of a territory which is indisputably French, and, moreover, unreachable.
Sanders sent flying messages to all the white people who lived within striking distance of the Lulungo. There were six in all, made up of two missions, Jesuit and Baptist. They were most unsatisfactory people, as the following letters show:
The first from the Protestant:
"Losebi Mission.
"Dear Mr. Commissioner,--My wife and I are very grateful to you for your warning, but God has called us to this place, and here we must stay, going about our Master's business, until He, in His wisdom, ordains that we shall leave the scene of our labours."