It was clear to me that some destiny had prearranged this meeting.

Here was this man travelling prosperously as a first-class passenger with all the appurtenances of respectability.

I alone had seen him invoking strange gods in the moonlight, I alone knew of the devilry in his heart, and I could not but believe that some day or other there might be virtue in that knowledge.
The second engineer and I had made friends, so I got him to consult the purser's list for the name of my acquaintance.

He was down as the Rev.
John Laputa, and his destination was Durban.

The next day being Sunday, who should appear to address us steerage passengers but the black minister.