In the sticky, sleepy heat of the living-room, almost dark because
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of the beaded curtain, U Po Kyin was marching slowly up and down,
boasting. From time to time he would put a hand under his singlet
and scratch his sweating breasts, huge as a woman's with fat. Ma
Kin was sitting on her mat, smoking slender white cigars. Through
the open door of the bedroom one could see the corner of U Po
Kyin's huge square bed, with carved teak posts, like a catafalque,
on which he had committed many and many a rape.
Ma Kin was now hearing for the first time of the 'other affair'
which underlay U Po Kyin's attack on Dr Veraswami. Much as he
despised her intelligence, U Po Kyin usually let Ma Kin into his
secrets sooner or later. She was the only person in his immediate
circle who was not afraid of him, and there was therefore a
pleasure in impressing her.
'Well, Kin Kin,' he said, 'you see how it has all gone according to
plan! Eighteen anonymous letters already, and every one of them a
masterpiece. I would repeat some of them to you if I thought you
were capable of appreciating them.'
'But supposing the Europeans take no notice of your anonymous
letters? What then?'
'Take no notice? Aha, no fear of that! I think I know something
about the European mentality. Let me tell you, Kin Kin, that if
there is one thing I CAN do, it is to write an anonymous letter.'
This was true. U Po Kyin's letters had already taken effect, and
especially on their chief target, Mr Macgregor.
Only two days earlier than this, Mr Macgregor had spent a very
troubled evening in trying to make up his mind whether Dr Veraswami
was or was not guilty of disloyalty to the Government. Of course,
it was not a question of any overt act of disloyalty--that was
quite irrelevant. The point was, was the doctor the KIND of man
who would hold seditious opinions? In India you are not judged for
what you do, but for what you ARE. The merest breath of suspicion
against his loyalty can ruin an Oriental official. Mr Macgregor
had too just a nature to condemn even an Oriental out of hand. He
had puzzled as late as midnight over a whole pile of confidential
papers, including the five anonymous letters he had received,
besides two others that had been forwarded to him by Westfield,
pinned together with a cactus thorn.
It was not only the letters. Rumours about the doctor had been
pouring in from every side. U Po Kyin fully grasped that to call
the doctor a traitor was not enough in itself; it was necessary to
attack his reputation from every possible angle. The doctor was
charged not only with sedition, but also with extortion, rape,
torture, performing illegal operations, performing operations while
blind drunk, murder by poison, murder by sympathetic magic, eating
beef, selling death certificates to murderers, wearing his shoes in
the precincts of the pagoda and making homosexual attempts on the
Military Police drummer boy. To hear what was said of him, anyone
would have imagined the doctor a compound of Machiavelli, Sweeny
Todd and the Marquis de Sade. Mr Macgregor had not paid much
attention at first. He was too accustomed to this kind of thing.
But with the last of the anonymous letters U Po Kyin had brought
off a stroke that was brilliant even for him.
It concerned the escape of Nga Shwe O, the dacoit, from Kyauktada
jail. Nga Shwe O, who was in the middle of a well-earned seven
years, had been preparing his escape for several months past, and
as a start his friends outside had bribed one of the Indian
warders. The warder received his hundred rupees in advance,
applied for leave to visit the death-bed of a relative and spent
several busy days in the Mandalay brothels. Time passed, and the
day of the escape was postponed several times--the warder,
meanwhile, growing more and more homesick for the brothels.
Finally he decided to earn a further reward by betraying the plot
to U Po Kyin. But U Po Kyin, as usual, saw his chance. He told
the warder on dire penalties to hold his tongue, and then, on the
very night of the escape, when it was too late to do anything, sent
another anonymous letter to Mr Macgregor, warning him that an
escape was being attempted. The letter added, needless to say,
that Dr Veraswami, the superintendent of the jail, had been bribed
for his connivance.
In the morning there was a hullabaloo and a rushing to and fro of
warders and, policemen at the jail, for Nga Shwe O had escaped.
(He was a long way down the river, in a sampan provided by U Po
Kyin.) This time Mr Macgregor was taken aback. Whoever had
written the letter must have been privy to the plot, and was
probably telling the truth about the doctor's connivance. It was a
very serious matter. A jail superintendent who will take bribes to
let a prisoner escape is capable of anything. And therefore--
perhaps the logical sequence was not quite clear, but it was clear
enough to Mr Macgregor--therefore the charge of sedition, which was
the main charge against the doctor, became much more credible.
U Po Kyin had attacked the other Europeans at the same time.
Flory, who was the doctor's friend and his chief source of
prestige, had been scared easily enough into deserting him. With
Westfield it was a little harder. Westfield, as a policeman, knew
a great deal about U Po Kyin and might conceivably upset his plans.
Policemen and magistrates are natural enemies. But U Po Kyin had
known how to turn even this fact to advantage. He had accused the
doctor, anonymously of course, of being in league with the
notorious scoundrel and bribe-taker U Po Kyin. That settled
Westfield. As for Ellis, no anonymous letters were needed in his
case; nothing could possibly make him think worse of the doctor
than he did already.
U Po Kyin had even sent one of his anonymous letters to Mrs
Lackersteen, for he knew the power of European women. Dr
Veraswami, the letter said, was inciting the natives to abduct and
rape the European women--no details were given, nor were they
needed. U Po Kyin had touched Mrs Lackersteen's weak spot. To her
mind the words 'sedition', 'Nationalism,', 'rebellion', 'Home
Rule', conveyed one thing and one only, and that was a picture of
herself being raped by a procession of jet-black coolies with
rolling white eyeballs. It was a thought that kept her awake at
night sometimes. Whatever good regard the Europeans might once
have had for the doctor was crumbling rapidly.
'So you see,' said U Po Kyin with a pleased air, 'you see how I
have undermined him. He is like a tree sawn through at the base.
One tap and down he comes. In three weeks or less I shall deliver
'I am just coming to that. I think it is time for you to hear
about it. You have no sense in these matters, but you know how to
hold your tongue. You have heard talk of this rebellion that is
brewing near Thongwa village?'
'Yes. They are very foolish, those villagers. What can they do
with their dahs and spears against the Indian soldiers? They will
be shot down like wild animals.'
'Of course. If there is any fighting it will be a massacre. But
they are only a pack of superstitious peasants. They have put
their faith in these absurd bullet-proof jackets that are being
distributed to them. I despise such ignorance.'
'Poor men! Why do you not stop them, Ko Po Kyin? There is no need
to arrest anybody. You have only to go to the village and tell
them that you know their plans, and they will never dare to go on.'
'Ah well, I could stop them if I chose, of course. But then I do
not choose. I have my reasons. You see, Kin Kin--you will please
keep silent about this--this is, so to speak, my own rebellion. I
arranged it myself.'
Ma Kin dropped her cigar. Her eyes had opened so wide that the
pale blue white showed all round the pupil. She was horrified.
She burst out:
'Ko Po Kyin, what are you saying? You do not mean it! You,
raising a rebellion--it cannot be true!'
'Certainly it is true. And a very good job we are making of it.
That magician whom I brought from Rangoon is a clever fellow. He
has toured all over India as a circus conjurer. The bullet-proof
jackets were bought at Whiteaway & Laidlaw's stores, one rupee
eight annas each. They are costing me a pretty penny, I can tell
'But, Ko Po Kyin! A rebellion! The terrible fighting and shooting,
and all the poor men who will be killed! Surely you have not
gone mad? Are you not afraid of being shot yourself?'
U Po Kyin halted in his stride. He was astonished. 'Good gracious,
woman, what idea have you got hold of now? You do not suppose that
_I_ am rebelling against the Government? I--a Government servant
of thirty years' standing! Good heavens, no! I said that I had
STARTED the rebellion, not that I was taking part in it. It is
these fools of villagers who are going to risk their skins, not I.
No one dreams that I have anything to do with it, or ever will,
except Ba Sein and one or two others.'
'But you said it was you who were persuading them to rebel?'
'Of course. I have accused Veraswami of raising a rebellion
against the Government. Well, I must have a rebellion to show,
must I not?'
'Ah, I see. And when the rebellion breaks out, you are going to
say that Dr Veraswami is to blame for it. Is that it?'
'How slow you are! I should have thought even a fool would have
seen that I am raising the rebellion merely in order to crush it.
I am--what is that expression Mr Macgregor uses? Agent provocateur--
Latin, you would not understand. I am agent provocateur. First I
persuade these fools at Thongwa to rebel, and then I arrest them as
rebels. At the very moment when it is due to start, I shall pounce
on the ringleaders and clap every one of them in jail. After that,
I dare say there may possibly be some fighting. A few men may be
killed and a few more sent to the Andamans. But, meanwhile, I shall
be first in the field. U Po Kyin, the man who quelled a most
dangerous rising in the nick of time! I shall be the hero of the
U Po Kyin, justly proud of his plan, began to pace up and down the
room again with his hands behind his back, smiling. Ma Kin
considered the plan in silence for some time. Finally she said:
'I still do not see why you are doing this, Ko Po Kyin. Where is
it all leading? And what has it got to do with Dr Veraswami?'
'I shall never teach you wisdom, Kin Kin! Did I not tell you at
the beginning that Veraswami stands in my way? This rebellion is
the very thing to get rid of him. Of course we shall never prove
that he is responsible for it; but what does that matter? All the
Europeans will take it for granted that he is mixed up in it
somehow. That is how their minds work. He will be ruined for
life. And his fall is my rise. The blacker I can paint him, the
more glorious my own conduct will appear. Now do you understand?'
'Yes, I do understand. And I think it is a base, evil plan. I
wonder you are not ashamed to tell it me.'
'Now, Kin Kin! Surely you are not going to start that nonsense
'Ko Po Kyin, why is it that you are only happy when you are being
wicked? Why is it that everything you do must bring evil to
others? Think of that poor doctor who will be dismissed from his
post, and those villagers who will be shot or flogged with bamboos
or imprisoned for life. Is it necessary to do such things? What
can you want with more money when you are rich already?'
'Money! Who is talking about money? Some day, woman, you will
realize that there are other things in the world besides money.
Fame, for example. Greatness. Do you realize that the Governor of
Burma will very probably pin an Order on my breast for my loyal
action in this affair? Would not even you be proud of such an
honour as that?'
Ma Kin shook her head, unimpressed. 'When will you remember, Ko Po
Kyin, that you are not going to live a thousand years? Consider
what happens to those who have lived wickedly. There is such a
thing, for instance, as being turned into a rat or a frog. There
is even hell. I remember what a priest said to me once about hell,
something that he had translated from the Pali scriptures, and it
was very terrible. He said, "Once in a thousand centuries two red-
hot spears will meet in your heart, and you will say to yourself,
'Another thousand centuries of my torment are ended, and there is
as much to come as there has been before.'" Is it not very
dreadful to think of such things, Ko Po Kyin?'
U Po Kyin laughed and gave a careless wave of his hand that meant
'Well, I hope you may still laugh when it comes to the end. But
for myself, I should not care to look back upon such a life.'
She relighted her cigar with her thin shoulder turned disapprovingly
on U Po Kyin while he took several more turns up and down the room.
When he spoke, it was more seriously than before, and even with a
touch of diffidence.
'You know, Kin Kin, there is another matter behind all this.
Something that I have not told to you or to anyone else. Even Ba
Sein does not know. But I believe I will tell it you now.'
'I do not want to hear it, if it is more wickedness.'
'No, no. You were asking just now what is my real object in this
affair. You think, I suppose, that I am ruining Veraswami merely
because I dislike him and his ideas about bribes as a nuisance.
It is not only that. There is something else that is far more
important, and it concerns you as well as me.'
'What is it?'
'Have you never felt in you, Kin Kin, a desire for higher things?
Has it never struck you that after all our successes--all my
successes, I should say--we are almost in the same position as when
we started? I am worth, I dare say, two lakhs of rupees, and yet
look at the style in which we live! Look at this room! Positively
it is no better than that of a peasant. I am tired of eating with
my fingers and associating only with Burmans--poor, inferior
people--and living, as you might say, like a miserable Township
Officer. Money is not enough; I should like to feel that I have
risen in the world as well. Do you not wish sometimes for a way of
life that is a little more--how shall I say--elevated?'
'I do not know how we could want more than what we have already.
When I was a girl in my village I never thought that I should live
in such a house as this. Look at those English chairs--I have
never sat in one of them in my life. But I am very proud to look
at them and think that I own them.'
'Ch! Why did you ever leave that village of yours, Kin Kin? You
are only fit to stand gossiping by the well with a stone water-pot
on your head. But I am more ambitious, God be praised. And now I
will tell you the real reason why I am intriguing against Veraswami.
It is in my mind to do something that is really magnificent.
Something noble, glorious! Something that is the very highest
honour an Oriental can attain to. You know what I mean, of course?'
'No. What do you mean?'
'Come, now! The greatest achievement of my life! Surely you can
'Ah, I know! You are going to buy a motor-car. But oh, Ko Po
Kyin, please do not expect me to ride in it!'
U Po Kyin threw up his hands in disgust. 'A motor-car! You have
the mind of a bazaar peanut-seller! I could buy twenty motor-cars
if I wanted them. And what use would a motor-car be in this place?
No, it is something far grander than that.'
'It is this. I happen to know that in a month's time the Europeans
are going to elect one native member to their Club. They do not
want to do it, but they will have orders from the Commissioner, and
they will obey. Naturally, they would elect Veraswami, who is the
highest native official in the district. But I have disgraced
Veraswami. And so--'
U Po Kyin did not answer for a moment. He looked at Ma Kin, and
his vast yellow face, with its broad jaw and numberless teeth, was
so softened that it was almost child-like. There might even have
been tears in his tawny eyes. He said in a small, almost awed
voice, as though the greatness of what he was saying overcame him:
'Do you not see, woman? Do you not see that if Veraswami is
disgraced I shall be elected to the Club myself?'
The effect of it was crushing. There was not another word of
argument on Ma Kin's part. The magnificence of U Po Kyin's project
had struck her dumb.
And not without reason, for all the achievements of U Po Kyin's
life were as nothing beside this. It is a real triumph--it would
be doubly so in Kyauktada--for an official of the lower ranks to
worm his way into the European Club. The European Club, that
remote, mysterious temple, that holy of holies far harder of entry
than Nirvana! Po Kyin, the naked gutter-boy of Mandalay, the
thieving clerk and obscure official, would enter that sacred place,
call Europeans 'old chap', drink whisky and soda and knock white
balls to and fro on the green table! Ma Kin, the village woman,
who had first seen the light through the chinks of a bamboo hut
thatched with palm-leaves, would sit on a high chair with her feet
imprisoned in silk stockings and high-heeled shoes (yes, she would
actually wear shoes in that place!) talking to English ladies in
Hindustani about baby-linen! It was a prospect that would have
For a long time Ma Kin remained silent, her lips parted, thinking
of the European Club and the splendours that it might contain.
For the first time in her life she surveyed U Po Kyin's intrigues
without disapproval. Perhaps it was a feat greater even than the
storming of the Club to have planted a grain of ambition in Ma
Kin's gentle heart.