'Professor Jenkins, sir, I reckon you are the cause of the unparalleled disaster to this exploring expedition. Why did you bring these two natives of our territory on board, you well and duly knowing that the end would not justify the proceedings?' A furtive glance from Jenkins lighted on the diamonds that sparkled in Logan's ring. He caught Logan's hand. 'Traitor!' he cried. 'What will not scientific jealousy dare, that meanest of the passions!' 'What the devil do you mean?' said Logan angrily, wrenching his hand away. 'You leave Mr. Logan alone, sir,' said the captain. 'I have two minds to put you in irons, Mr. Professor Jenkins. If you please, explain yourself.' 'I denounce this man and his companion,' said Jenkins, noticing a pearl ring on Bude's finger; 'I denounce them of conspiracy, mean conspiracy, against this expedition, and against the American flag.' 'As how?' inquired the captain, lighting a cigar with irritating calmness. 'They wear these pearls, in which I had trusted for absolute security against the Berbalangs.' 'Well, I wear one too,' said the captain, pointing to the pin in his necktie. 'Are you going to tell me that _I_ am a traitor to the flag, sir? I warn you Professor, to be careful.' 'What am I to think?' asked Jenkins. 'It is rather more important what you _say_,' replied the captain. 'What is this fine conspiracy?' 'I had read in England about the Berbalangs.' 'Probably in Mr. Skertchley's curious paper in the Journal of the Asiatic Society of Bengal?' asked Bude with suavity. Jenkins merely stared at him. 'I deemed that specimens of these American subjects, dowered with their strange and baneful gift, were well worthy of the study of American savants; and I knew that the pearls were a certain prophylactic.' 'What's that?' asked the captain. 'A kind of Universal Pain-Killer,' said Jenkins. 'Well, you surprise me,' said the captain, 'a man of your education. Pain- Killer!' and he expectorated dexterously. 'I mean that the pearls keep off the Berbalangs,' said Jenkins. 'Then why didn't you lay in a stock of the pearls?' asked the captain. 'Because these conspirators had been before me. These men, or their agents, had bought up, just before our arrival, every pearl in the island. They had wormed out my secret, knew the object of my adventure, knew how to ruin us all, and I denounce them.' 'A corner in pearls. Well, it was darned 'cute,' said the captain impartially. 'Now, Mr. Jones Harvey, and Mr. Logan, sir, what have _you_ to say?' 'Did Mr. Jenkins--I think you said that this gentleman's name is Jenkins?--see the agent engaged in making this corner in pearls, or learn his name?' asked Bude. 'He was an Irish American, one McCarthy,' answered Jenkins sullenly.