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He came athwart my hawser once, refusing to listen to the complaint of Salama about the way he 
was treated in the fo'c'sle. I told him that I would throw him off his own ship unless he did what I 
said p. d. q. He cringed and complied. 
How this ship ever made a voyage is a mystery. The chief engineer, a worn-out melancholy Scot, 
was as puzzled as I. He said his engines were "as rotten as the captain's guts". They moved like a 
one-legged man with St. Vitus' Dance and they sounded like tea trays being beaten, chains being 
rattled and fire irons being thrown about, all at once. 
We could not even get clear of our moorings without tearing away the port companion. Twenty-four 
hours later we stopped. The captain freely admitted that he had lost his reckoning, didn't know 
where he was, didn't know how to find out and didn't see why he should worry about it. He went 
back to his cards, leaving a junior officer to get entangled with the sextant and chronometer. 
Whether he obtained any results will never be known, for during the day we drifted in sight of 
Hoiho. By some weird coincidence, this was our first port of call. There being no harbour, we stood 
half a mile out to sea, rolling and bucking sickeningly while boats came from shore 
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bringing our cargo; pigs in wicker crates which were stacked all over the ship three deep; and large 
baskets of poultry. It became quite impossible to move about the main deck at all, and even on the 
upper deck there was considerable crowding. The stench created by these animals, a number of 
which died on the voyage, was the limit. 
In the afternoon there appeared a magnificent Fata Morgana stretching from west to south. There 
was a perfectly clear double image in the sky at an elevation of from ten to twenty degrees. The 
lower image of the shipping was upright and then close above it was the image reversed. 
The rough sea and the utter incompetence of everybody concerned combined to keep up over four 
days hanging about off the islands. We got away on the twenty-seventh and made our way through a 
choppy sea, in horribly cold damp weather, to Hong Kong. 
We were now in the midst of comfort and could lay our plans for the future. We decided the Rose 
should return to England by way of India, so as to pick up the baggage we had left at Calcutta; while 
I was to go via New York in the hope of interesting people there in the proposed expedition to 
Kangchenjunga. I accordingly left for Shanghai by my old friend the Nippon Maru on April 3rd. The 
further interest of my journey is concerned principally with my Magical career which is described in 
another chapter. There are, however, one or two tales to be told. 
Our most distinguished passenger was a venerable missionary returning to America after many years 
labouring in the Lord's vineyard. He had just become celebrated, a riot having taken place in which 
his mission was destroyed. His wife and children, his native teachers and his converts were mostly 
murdered. He himself had, however, been preserved fro the Lord's service by the direct 
interposition of the Almighty, who had warned him at the first rumour of trouble to leave his family 
and block to their fate and flee to a convenient cavern where he could hide with only his head 
above water --- he could duck it when strangers looked in --- till order was restored. He was 
absolutely cock-a-whoop over this. It never occurred to him for a moment that his conduct was 
open to criticism, though for my part I could hardly believe my ears; that any man should tell such a 
story of himself and boast of it was beyond my experience. 
In Shanghai I brought off a very remarkable test of the value of the Tarot in divination. The German 
postmaster, calling on my hostess, was very much upset by the loss of a packet containing eighty 
thousand roubles in notes sent by a bank in Peking to its head office in Shanghai. I offered to 
investigate the matter by the Tarot. I described accurately the two principal clerks who alone had 
access to the safe in which the postmaster had himself put the parcel immediately on its arrival and 
whence it had disappeared less than an hour later. That Tarot told me that the senior clerk was a 
steady-going