I assured him Mr. Kurtz's knowledge, however extensive, did not bear upon the problems of commerce or administration. He invoked then the name of science.
"It would be an incalculable loss if," etc., etc.
I offered him the report on the "Suppression of Savage Customs," with the postscriptum torn off. He took it up eagerly, but ended by sniffing at it with an air of contempt.
"This is not what we had a right to expect," he remarked.
"Expect nothing else," I said. "There are only private letters."
He withdrew upon some threat of legal proceedings, and I saw him no more; but another fellow, calling himself Kurtz's cousin, appeared two days later, and was anxious to hear all the details about his dear relative's last moments. Incidentally he gave me to understand that Kurtz had been essentially a great musician.
"There was the making of an immense success," said the man, who was an organist, I believe, with lank grey hair flowing over a greasy coat-collar.