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Table of Contents
1. Cover
2. Table of Contents
3. Title Page
4. Copyright
5. About the Author
6. About the Technical Editor
7. Introduction
1. N10-009 Objective Map
2. How This Book Is Organized
3. Who Should Read This Book
4. How to Use This Book
5. What's Next
6. How to Become Network+ Certified
7. How to Contact the Publisher
8. Chapter 1: Networking Concepts
1. 1.1 Explain concepts related to the Open Systems
Interconnection (OSI) reference model.
2. 1.2 Compare and contrast networking appliances,
applications, and functions.
3. 1.3 Summarize cloud concepts and connectivity options.
4. 1.4 Explain common networking ports, protocols, services,
and traffic types.
 5. 1.5 Compare and contrast transmission media and
transceivers.
6. 1.6 Compare and contrast network topologies,
architectures, and types.
7. 1.7 Given a scenario, use appropriate IPv4 network
addressing.
8. 1.8 Summarize evolving use cases for modern network
environments.
9. Chapter 2: Network Implementation
1. 2.1 Explain characteristics of routing technologies.
2. 2.2 Given a scenario, configure switching technologies and
features.
3. 2.3 Given a scenario, select and configure wireless devices
and technologies.
4. 2.4 Explain important factors of physical installations.
10. Chapter 3: Network Operations
1. 3.1 Explain the purpose of organizational processes and
procedures.
2. 3.2 Given a scenario, use network monitoring technologies.
3. 3.3 Explain disaster recovery (DR) concepts.
4. 3.4 Given a scenario, implement IPv4 and IPv6 network
services.
5. 3.5 Compare and contrast network access and
management methods.
11. Chapter 4: Network Security
1. 4.1 Explain the importance of basic network security
concepts.
2. 4.2 Summarize various types of attacks and their impact to
the network.
3. 4.3 Given a scenario, apply network security features,
defense techniques, and solutions.
12. Chapter 5: Network Troubleshooting
1. 5.1 Explain the troubleshooting methodology.
2. 5.2 Given a scenario, troubleshoot common cabling and
physical interface issues.
3. 5.3 Given a scenario, troubleshoot common issues with
network services.
4. 5.4 Given a scenario, troubleshoot common performance
issues.
5. 5.5 Given a scenario, use the appropriate tool or protocol
to solve networking issues.
13. Chapter 6: Practice Test 1
14. Chapter 7: Practice Test 2
15. Appendix: Answers to Review Questions
1. Chapter 1: Networking Concepts
2. Chapter 2: Network Implementation
3. Chapter 3: Network Operations
4. Chapter 4: Network Security
 5. Chapter 5: Network Troubleshooting
6. Chapter 6: Practice Test 1
7. Chapter 7: Practice Test 2
16. Index
17. End User License Agreement
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Network+® Practice Tests

Exam N10-009

Third Edition

Craig Zacker
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About the Author
Craig Zacker is the author or coauthor of dozens of books,
manuals, articles, and websites on computer and networking
topics. He has also been an English professor, a technical and
copy editor, a network administrator, a webmaster, a corporate
trainer, a technical support engineer, a minicomputer operator,
a literature and philosophy student, a library clerk, a
photographic darkroom technician, a shipping clerk, and a
newspaper boy.
About the Technical Editor
Chris Crayton, MCSE, CISSP, CASP+, CySA+, Cloud+, S+, N+,
A+, is a technical consultant, trainer, author, and industry-
leading technical editor. He has worked as a computer
technology and networking instructor, information security
director, network administrator, network engineer, and PC
specialist. Chris has served as technical editor and content
contributor on numerous technical titles for several of the
leading publishing companies. He has also been recognized
with many professional and teaching awards.
Introduction
Welcome to CompTIA® Network+® Practice Tests: Exam N10-
009, Third Edition. This book gives you a focused, timesaving
way to review your networking knowledge and prepare to pass
the Computing Technology Industry Association (CompTIA)
Network+ exam. The book combines realistic exam prep
questions with detailed answers and two complete practice
tests to help you become familiar with the types of questions
that you will encounter on the Network+ exam. By reviewing
the objectives and sample questions, you can focus on the
specific skills that you need to improve before taking the exam.

N10-009 Objective Map

The following table gives you the extent, by percentage, that

each domain is represented on the actual examination, and
where you can find questions in this book that are related to
each objective.

Percentage of
Objective Chapter
Exam
 Percentage of
Objective Chapter
Exam

1.0 Networking Concepts 23% 1

2.0 Network 20% 2

Implementations

3.0 Network Operations 19% 3

4.0 Network Security 14% 4

5.0 Network 24% 5

Troubleshooting
How This Book Is Organized

The first five chapters of this book are based on the five
objective domains published by CompTIA for the N10-009
Network+ exam. There are approximately 200 questions for
each objective domain, covering each of the suggested topics.
The next two chapters each contain a 100-question practice test
covering all of the objective domains. Once you have prepared
each of the objective domains individually, you can take the
practice tests to see how you will perform on the actual exam.

Who Should Read This Book

CompTIA recommends, but does not require, that candidates

for the Network+ exam meet the following prerequisites:

CompTIA A+ certification or equivalent knowledge

At least 9–12 months of work experience in IT networking

CompTIA's certification program relies on exams that measure

your ability to perform a specific job function or set of tasks.
CompTIA develops the exams by analyzing the tasks performed
by people who are currently working in the field. Therefore, the
specific knowledge, skills, and abilities relating to the job are
reflected in the certification exam.
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“Then comes another point, and that is the extreme fascination and
seductiveness of opium, which causes the most pleasurable bodily
sensations, which fills the mind with glorious dreams, which, for a while,
removes all pain and suffering, while it, at the same time, deadens much
more effectually than strong drink, the mental faculties, in this depressed
race already sufficiently dormant, and thus the use of opium holds its victim
much more securely bound in the fetters of his fatal passion, than the
moderate use of alcohol enslaves anyone at home.

“Having thus, by degrees, come to the influence of opium upon the mind
and the character, I must certainly not omit to draw your attention to the
selfishness and self-indulgence which it develops in the smoker; to the ever-
growing indifference to all his surroundings, even to his own wife and
children; to the listless indolence and aversion to work, to care, to trouble in
fact of any kind, which at length, by night or day, allows him to think of
nothing but of his master-passion and all its concomitant cravings, to the
gratification of which everything must be sacrificed, and everybody must
become subservient. A gin drinker, for the indulgence in his ignoble
passion, demands no other service than that now and then someone is sent
out to fetch him his dram; but the opium smoker, if he can afford the luxury
of attendance at all, monopolises the services of his entire household. One
must work hard to earn the means of satisfying his expensive craving,
another must go and purchase his opium, a third must stand by in readiness
to fill his pipe, a fourth must prepare his coffee and the other refreshments
he requires. It is true, no doubt, that he is not so violent and not so noisy in
his debauch as one who is under the influence of liquor; but, when the
effects of the narcotic begin to wear off and his pains and ailments again
begin to make themselves felt, then, unless the whole family is at his beck
and call and ready once more to minister to his passion, he fills the house
with invectives and threatening—then he utters moanings and lamentations
most pitiful and heartrending. If to this we add the bodily and mental
debility which the opium slave transmits as a legacy to his wretched
offspring, though the majority of smokers cease at an early age to have
children at all, then we cannot help wondering what kind of miserable
stunted race will be the second or third generation from the present one.
“And then,” continued Verstork, after a pause, “and then the poverty and
destitution which the use of opium entails! What an amount of prosperity
and welfare has already been,—and is daily being—swallowed up by the
use of that baneful drug! Among the lower classes, an opium smoker, even
though he smokes in strict moderation, very soon arrives at the point when
he must devote his entire earnings to the purchase of the drug, while at the
same time his craving for refreshing and stimulating dainties must likewise
be satisfied. The families are legion in which the wife, assisted perhaps by
one or two of her children, is the only breadwinner. Should she happen to
be in delicate health, should she be disabled by sickness or childbed, why
then the misery of such a household is unfathomable. And, believe me, such
cases of extreme misery are much more frequent out here than similar cases
of destitution in Europe occasioned by the abuse of drink.

“Now all these powers, bodily, mental, and moral; and all that prosperity,
which at present opium saps and destroys, might be devoted to industry and
agriculture. If such use were made of them, how much greater would be
both production and consumption, and how much more considerable would
be the profit to the exchequer—a profit earned in a fair and legitimate way
—than any revenue which the accursed system of opium farming can
produce! Thousands upon thousands of the natives here have neither the
energy, nor the means, nor the inclination to work or to learn how they may
profitably cultivate their gardens and fields, neither do they care to progress
in any branch of industry whatever; because they have offered up—and are
continually offering—all they possess in the world to opium. But, are not
industry and agriculture the very life-blood of a State? Yet here, the state
itself does all it possibly can to poison that life-blood, and thus to bring
about its own destruction.”

William Verstork here paused for awhile, after so long an oration, he felt the
necessity of quenching his thirst with a glass of beer. All his guests sat
silently waiting for what he might further have to say. His words had
evidently made a very deep impression upon his hearers, for the language to
which they had listened was the simple and unvarnished tale of actual
experience; and, however young and heedless some of them might be, yet
the speech of their friend had awakened their interest, and had gone straight
to their hearts. At length, after having drawn a long breath, the Controller
went on to say:

“You know, my friends, that my official career has not been passed entirely
at Santjoemeh. My probationary time I spent in the capital of the Kediri
residence. As second-class controller I was some time at Berbek and at
Trenggalek. I know, therefore, from personal experience how matters stand
in those residencies also. Now listen to me. Kediri has a population of about
700,000 souls—the vast majority of them very poor people. In that place
the opium contract produces eighteen hundred thousand guilders. If to that
sum we add the price paid for the drug delivered to the farmer, and the
profits which he makes on the sale then, I think, we shall be well within the
mark if we put down two and a half millions of guilders as the sum which
those poor people, of their own free will, pay annually to purchase a few
hours a day of enjoyment and oblivion. I say nothing now about the cost of
smuggled opium; the amount paid for it is not known, and every one must,
therefore, form his own opinion of that. How is it possible for a population
so poor to find so large a sum of money, in addition, mind you, to all their
other burdens, such as compulsory labour, salt-tax, rent, licenses, import
duties, &c.? That is a mystery to me—but then you should see what kind of
a life is that of a poor Javanese family.

“Their house is generally very small, built of bamboo and covered with
straw. Furniture they have none whatever; a mat spread out on a bamboo
bench, and a coarse pillow is what they sleep on. They cook their food on
the ground in pots and pans of the commonest earthenware; they eat it on
pisang leaves with their fingers; they drink water out of an earthenware
pitcher. They seldom, we may say never, wash their clothes which, such as
they are, they continue to wear until they fall in rags from their bodies. The
children run about naked, and grow up in the mud among the bullocks. At
five o’clock in the morning they rise and go to work so as to be present in
time for roll-call at six. They work for their masters, in the rice-fields, at
road-making, in the coffee plantations, or in the osier-beds. Should a man
get a day off, he may go and work on his own account, and then he can earn
about 40 or 50 cents (10 pence) for ten hours’ labour. When they get home
in the evening, they have their morsel of food and fully half the day’s
earning is spent on opium. At eight o’clock all are fast asleep, and up to
eight o’clock the only lamp they have in the hut is a saucer with a cotton
wick in a little stinking oil. Such is the faithful picture of the daily life of a
Javanese opium smoker. Nothing—absolutely nothing to make the slightest
break in this weary monotony. Nothing but work, hard work; mostly for
insufficient wages, very frequently compulsory labour for no wages at all.
And then, behind their backs to be called a pack of lazy scoundrels! That is
a little too bad. Tell me, have we Dutch any feeling at all for our fellow-
creatures? Is it not at length high time that all that compulsory and unpaid
labour should be done away with and that the opium-curse should be
banished from the land? Every right-minded Dutchman ought to do his best
according to the utmost of his power to attain that end, because every
Dutchman is personally and individually responsible for so frightful a state
of things, and every Dutchman ought to be heartily ashamed of himself
while the poor patient Javanese are being so shamefully imposed upon. All
that the poor native can earn either by his work for his masters or in his own
free time, he must, in one shape or other, offer up to that insatiable Moloch,
the public treasury. There is but one thing left for him, and that is a little
rice; and of that he has not enough to last him for the whole year.”

“Yes,” observed Grenits, when Verstork had finished speaking, “yes,

William, you are perfectly right, and that is the reason why he seeks for
consolation and temporary oblivion in the opium den, just as in Holland a
poor man in similar circumstances flies for relief to the bottle. Thus cause
and effect act and react upon one another; misery suggests opium or drink,
and drink and opium in their turn engender misery. It requires a very
powerful effort of the will to shake off either bad habit, and drink and
opium are the very things which deprive a man of whatever power of will
he may have. Therefore it is perfectly hopeless to expect the people to take
the initiative in any such reforms as Verstork has mentioned; the evil keeps
on spreading and is daily striking deeper roots. The ruling power ought to
exercise its authority and drag these poor degraded people out of the slough
of despond in which so many of them are wallowing. It ought to do this, I
say, regardless of cost and trouble; and regardless also of the pain it may for
the moment inflict. Every right-minded citizen ought, according as he is
able, to assist the government in that arduous task, and whoever would, for
selfish motives, strive to retard or to frustrate this plan of rescue ought at
once to be put aside and rendered harmless. If Holland and Dutch India
cannot continue to exist, or to speak more correctly, cannot continue to pay
their way without screwing a revenue out of such immoral sources as abuse
of opium, abuse of drink and unpaid compulsory labour—why then for
honour of the country it were better that it should do like the man who is no
longer able to maintain, by honest means, a separate home of his own, and
go and live as a boarder in the house of another.”

For a few moments all sat silent. They all felt the truth, the undeniable truth
of Theodoor’s words, though his concluding sentence had most deeply
wounded their patriotic pride. At length van Beneden started up from his
seat, and going up to Verstork he took his hand and pressed it cordially.

“I thank you,” said he in a tone of deep emotion, “I thank you heartily for
the insight you have given me into the fatal effects of opium. I am but a
young lawyer and have, as yet, had no opportunity of appearing as counsel
in any case connected with the traffic. I have read much about the abuse of
the drug, and I learned much last night under the Wariengien tree on the
green at Kaligaweh; but your manly and vigorous words have awakened my
conscience, and here, in the presence of you all, I solemnly promise that I
will, on the very first opportunity that may present itself, make the very best
use I can of what your experience has taught me.”

“Hurrah!” cried Leendert Grashuis. “William, your excellent speech has

thus had not only a practical, but it will have an immediate effect. Aye, my
friends, I say an immediate effect; for I have a proposition to make to you
—”

“Out with it!” they cried, “let us hear it.”

“Yesterday, we all but witnessed the Amokh which took place at

Kaligaweh; this morning we were within a few minutes of witnessing
another and no less terrible crime. It is not my intention to analyse the
feelings to which these scenes have given rise in our hearts—the father a
manslayer, and the daughter dishonoured. Both these events, however, are
intimately and immediately connected with the infamous system of opium-
farming. We have heard the testimony of our superior officer. In the name
of all assembled here, I thank him for his noble sentiments; and now my
friends let us not be behind him in generosity. Dalima and her father must
have an advocate in the trial which awaits them, and that advocate we have
found. Both the accused parties will, in our friend August van Beneden, find
a defender who will take up their cause with zeal and ability. Methinks, I
can hear his maiden speech—it will be a splendid one.”

“Thank you, Leendert,” said van Beneden with much emotion, “I can assure
my friends that they have not misjudged me.”

“Aye, aye,” continued Grashuis, “I know that well; but we all of us intend
to participate in the good work, do we not?”

“By all means!” was the general cry.

“Well then, listen to me, for now I come to the proposal I have to make. In
this case there can be no question of offering our friend van Beneden any
honorarium—that would deprive his labour of love of its chief merit. But in
carrying on this defence many expenses will necessarily be incurred and
many fees will have to be paid in advance. We all know that Dame Justice
is in India an expensive—a most expensive hussy. Well then, let us all join
hands and undertake to find the funds that may be required—then August
will be able to carry on both cases in the most effectual and vigorous
manner.”

“Agreed, agreed!” they all exclaimed. “Now, August, do your best!”

“Now that we have arranged that business,” resumed Grenits, “I have a

question to put to our host.”

“By all means, Theodoor,” said Verstork, “what is it?”

“I am a merchant,” said Grenits, “and as such, I am bound to be very

inquisitive. In trade I not only need all the information I can obtain about
any article of commerce; but I find a little chemistry uncommonly useful
—”

“Come to the point,” cried several of the guests; “we don’t want any
lectures on chemistry and commerce!”

But Grenits, without paying any heed to the interruption, went on: “Just
now in your speech you made mention of a certain remedy which I think
you said you found useful in curing some unhappy slaves to opium. Is that,
may I ask, a secret remedy?”

“A secret remedy?” asked Verstork, with a laugh. “What do you mean—do

you take me for a quack-doctor?”

“Not by any means,” replied Grenits. “Since this remedy then is not a secret
one, will you tell me what it is?”

“With pleasure,” said Verstork; “they are pills which were given me by a
missionary. They are composed of opium and radix rhei or rhubarb, in the
following proportions: Twelve of these pills contain three grains of opium
and twelve grains of rhubarb. They are to be administered every five days;
the first time twelve have to be taken, the next time nine, the third time six,
but it is very seldom indeed that the third dose is required, for by that time
the patients are generally cured.”

“And,” persisted Grenits, “can you actually vouch for their efficacy?”

“To be sure I can,” replied Verstork. “In my study you will find a kind of
trophy consisting of a dozen bedoedans or opium-pipes which the smokers
have deposited with me with the solemn promise that they would never
touch the pipe again. The missionary who gave me the pills can speak most
positively of upwards of seventy cures.”

“Now,” asked Grenits, “you will not be offended if I give you a bit of
advice in your own interest and in the interest also of the missionary?”

“Certainly not,” said Verstork, “let us hear it, by all means.”

“Well, my advice is this: keep that prescription strictly to yourself and don’t
say a word about it to anybody. The colonial secretary who has but one
object in view, and that is, to raise the opium revenue as much as possible,
might look upon your remedy as an attack made upon the golden calf; and
missionaries have before this been impeded in their Gospel work, and men
have been expelled from the colonies, and official functionaries have been
suspended or pensioned off for the commission of much more venial
offences than bringing such pills as yours to the opium-smoker.”

Verstork turned slightly pale as he heard his friend’s well-meant advice. For
a single moment his thoughts flew to those dear ones who so greatly needed
his assistance and support. Did he repent of having thus honestly spoken his
mind? Who can say!—He put his hand to his forehead as if to wipe away
some unpleasant reflection. “Oh,” said he, “it is not quite so bad as that, I
hope.”

“Perhaps not,” said Grenits, with a smile, “but your pills will not earn you
the Netherlands’ Lion.”

“That may be,” said the Controller, “however, Fais ce que dois, advienne
que pourra, that is my motto. For all that I shall not give the poor souls one
pill the less.”

Then, allowing his eye to wander over the table which by this time had been
pretty well cleared, for our friends had sat down to dinner as hungry as
hunters, he continued—

“My friends, our dinner is over. After yesterday’s jaunt and this morning’s
exertion, and after the very short rest we had last night, you must all need
repose. My servants will show you to your rooms. I am going to work and,
as I told you just now, this evening I am off with you to Santjoemeh. I wish
you all a pleasant siesta.”

A few minutes later the pandoppo was deserted and towards evening the
five friends were galloping along the road to the capital.
CHAPTER XXI.
 IN THE RESIDENT’S OFFICE.
Verstork was much too late.

After the scene in the hut near the Djoerang Pringapoes, he ought at once to
have jumped into the saddle and there and then have galloped off to
Santjoemeh; thus he might possibly have succeeded in warding off the
storm that was gathering over his head. As it was, he had allowed another to
forestall him. It was not long before he found that out.

“So!—that is your report of what has taken place!” said van Gulpendam, in
the most offensive and sneering tone imaginable, when the Controller at
length, after having long been kept waiting and after having times out of
number paced up and down the front-gallery, had been admitted into the
presence of his chief.

“So—that is your report is it? It seems to me you have taken your time
about it! Yesterday, before noon, the information had already reached me. A
pleasant dinner time for me when such things are occurring in my
residency. But the gentlemen, it seems, were amusing themselves with
hunting. Oh, yes! anything may be going on in their district, then they see
nothing, they hear nothing!”

“But, Resident—” Verstork ventured to say.

“Hold your tongue, sir,” cried van Gulpendam, savagely, “I have asked you
no question, when I do it will be time enough to answer, and then, I suspect,
you will have no reply to make.”

Verstork was standing there, in the office of his superior officer, pale as
death and unnerved and biting his lips with suppressed rage.

“I cannot say, Mr. Verstork, that you have clapped on too much sail—you
have been somewhat slow in making me acquainted with these painful
events.”

“Resident, I—”

“I did not put any question,” again roared van Gulpendam, with a look of
scorn and contempt upon his subordinate, “please hold your tongue!”

“It appeared to me, Resident, that—”

“Be silent, I say! I only have a right to speak—”

Verstork, however, took no heed of this rude interruption, and quietly went
on: “—That you made some remarks about the time of my presenting my
report. If that be so, I feel it my duty, nay my right, to exculpate myself.”

“If you will not keep silence,” shouted van Gulpendam, “I will call—” he
was on the point of making a mistake, he was just going to say the
boatswain’s mate; but he checked himself and said, “I will call my chief
constable and have you removed out of my presence.”

“Hark you, Mr. van Gulpendam,” said Verstork drawing himself up to his
full height, and speaking with much dignity, “Hark you, I am neither your
corporal nor your boatswain of the watch. And, further, let me tell you that
if you continue to address me in such terms I will lodge a complaint against
you with the Secretary for the Home Department, or better still, with the
Governor General!”

It was now van Gulpendam’s turn to change colour, he saw that he had gone
a little too far. He had so long been accustomed to see every one bowing
down before him and putting up with all his whims and fits of bad temper,
that he never thought of checking himself in the presence of Verstork,
whom he had always looked upon as an easy-going and good-tempered
fellow. He now, however, at once drew in his horns and said in a very
different tone:

“Pardon me, Mr. Verstork, you know I am of a sanguine temperament. I am,

moreover, very much vexed at not receiving this news from one of my
officers in the first instance. Come, take a seat, I should like to run my eye
over this report.”

The Controller sat down, while the resident at his desk turned his back to
the light and began reading the document. Outside the office, a couple of
police oppassers were pacing up and down, attracted, no doubt, to the spot
by the high tone of voice in which the conversation had been carried on. In
a moment or two van Gulpendam again broke out—“I thought as much—I
had been warned of this—” But, checking himself, he said no more, and
went on reading.

“Resident,” said Verstork, “may I beg leave to inquire against what you
have been warned?”

Van Gulpendam looked up over the sheet of paper he held in his hand, and
fixing his eye on the controller’s face which was turned to the light, he said,
with an assumed air of dignity:

“Mr. Verstork, you really ought to try and cure yourself of the bad habit you
seem to have contracted of interrogating your superiors. Believe me that
kind of thing makes a very bad impression. I do not mind telling you what
warning I have received, not, mind you, because you demand the
information; but because I consider it only fair that you should know. It will
probably bring you to the conclusion that you had better take back this
report and modify it altogether.”

“Modify my report, Resident?” exclaimed Verstork; but, without noticing

the interruption, van Gulpendam continued:

“I have been informed that you intend to represent matters in such a light as
to make it appear that a successful attempt has been made on the honour of
this Javanese girl.

“But, Resident,” said Verstork, very gravely, “this question concerns a

person who is in your service, who is the baboe—I may almost say—the
companion, of your own daughter.”
“And who, as such,” said van Gulpendam, interrupting him, “ought to be a
person of unblemished character. I quite agree with you there.
Unfortunately, she is nothing of the kind. Only a few days ago she was
roaming about outside the house for the whole night, and then came in with
a long rigmarole about a forcible abduction of which she pretended to have
been the victim. Now again, for the second time, she is out at night, and this
time she is found in the possession of opium. She is the daughter of a
smuggler—you know that as well as I do, seeing that on Saturday last there
was a murder committed in her father’s house, of which, luckily, you sent
me timely notice. She is engaged to be married to another opium smuggler;
and now it has been proved that she is a smuggler herself. At present she is
safe under lock and key, and I am glad of it, as it will spare me the trouble
of driving the brazen-faced slut out of my premises.”

“But, Resident,” resumed Verstork, as soon as his chief paused for a

moment to take breath, “when we came running up to her cries for help, she
was naked, bleeding, her hair dishevelled. Everything in fact pointed to—”

“A desperate resistance to the police,” broke in van Gulpendam. “I know all

about that. Did you examine her?”

“No, I did not.”

“Very well, that examination I have ordered the medical authorities to hold,
and see there,” continued the Resident, as he looked out of the window,
“why, unless I am mistaken, that is the carriage of the chief medical officer
now stopping at the gate! We shall soon get to the bottom of this business.”

Almost immediately after this the chief constable came in to announce the
arrival of the Surgeon General. The latter advanced to the Resident’s chair,
shook hands very ceremoniously, and then went through the same process,
but much more familiarly, with the Controller.

“Ha, Verstork—you here?” he said.

Before, however, the Controller had time to reply, the Resident, turning to
the doctor, said:
“Take a seat, doctor—well?—”

“No question of any such thing, Resident!”

“Indeed—now did I not tell you so? But the girl was wounded they told
me.”

“A few scratches of no importance whatever—mere trifling skin-wounds

and a little blood!”

“There was therefore no stu—stu—what did you call it?”

“Stuprum violentum—Oh, no, no! nothing of the kind. Here is the formal
certificate properly filled in—that will be sufficient to satisfy all
objections.”

“Thank you, doctor—much obliged to you.”

“Now, Resident, I must beg you to excuse me. I must be off at once as I
have a number of visits to pay. Good-bye, sir—good-bye, Verstork.”

“No excuse required, doctor,” said van Gulpendam, “don’t let me detain
you; good-morning!”

As soon as the medical officer had disappeared van Gulpendam turned to

Verstork and said:

“You heard that—didn’t you, Mr. Verstork?”

“Oh, yes, I heard it; but my conviction is not the least shaken.”

“It is not?”

“No, Resident.”

“Well, for all that,” said van Gulpendam, airily, “I advise you to heave to.”
“To heave to? I don’t understand you,” said Verstork, though all the time he
understood perfectly.

“I will express my meaning in plainer terms,” returned van Gulpendam,

very deliberately, “I advise you, as I have done already, to take back this
report and to modify it.”

“Why should I do so, Resident? Why do you give me that advice?”

“Because, in the first place, the facts mentioned in it are twisted,

exaggerated, and represented from a prejudiced and partial point of view.”

“Resident!” interrupted Verstork.

But without heeding him van Gulpendam went on:

“In fact that paper reads like a sensational report, which evidently is aimed
at attaining some ultimate object. And then again there occur in it passages
which most certainly will be highly displeasing to the Government. Here,
for instance, is one of them:”

The Resident turned over the leaves of the document, and seemed to be
looking for a certain passage; having found it he read as follows:

“Allow me also to state that my official career of twelve years has taught
me that the opium-monopoly is an imperium in imperio; that in order to
promote the opium-trade everything the people loves and honours is
trampled upon and trodden under foot. The opium-farmer does not trouble
himself in the least about police regulations or about penal statutes, his
satellites simply enter people’s houses and violate the right of domicile; his
spies and his policemen—at all events the police which he has in his pay—
have no scruples whatever, and pay no respect to anything. A European
would make himself liable to severe punishment were he to treat the natives
in the manner in which the refuse of mankind, if only they are in the opium-
farmer’s employ, dares to treat them. These opium-agents have respect
neither for the husband, the wife, nor the daughter. In the houses, aye even
on the public roads, they strip them, they search them in the most disgusting
manner, and never trouble themselves about any protest at all. These
scoundrels, sheltering themselves under the impunity which the opium
monopoly casts over them, inflict upon the natives the most horrible insults
frequently to satisfy their own passions, sometimes merely for the purpose
of revenge. A sad proof of this is the treatment to which the Javanese girl,
Dalima, has been subjected.”

The Resident paused here for an instant and fixed a penetrating glance upon
his subordinate; but the latter as steadily returned his gaze.

“You see,” he continued, “when I read such rant as that, then I am forced to
suspect”—and here the high functionary significantly tapped his forehead
with his finger—“that there is something wrong with you here!”

“Resident! exclaimed Verstork, “you are forgetting yourself!”

“Not at all, my dear sir, for by writing thus, what do you in fact tell me, in
so many words? What but this: that in your districts these domiciliary visits
and these searches on the high roads are necessary to prevent the illegal sale
of opium. You know, even better than I do, that quite lately there have in
your districts been several very ugly revelations. I have only to call to your
mind the capture at Moeara Tjatjing, the capture at Kaligaweh in the house
of Pak Ardjan, and now again smuggled opium is found with Setrosmito
and with his daughter Dalima. Suspicions may perhaps have arisen in my
mind that Banjoe Pahit is a hot-bed of smuggling; but now your most
intemperate language confirms my worst fears.”

“Resident!” cried Verstork no longer able to contain himself, “however

great is the respect which I am bound to feel for your mature judgment, yet
I cannot allow these words of yours to pass without protesting against them.
For, in the first place, you insinuate that I have been guilty of neglect of
duty with regard to the opium-traffic, and, in the next, you suggest that this
neglect of duty on my part has made Banjoe Pahit a hot-bed of the
smuggling-trade. I am, however, perfectly well acquainted with the duties
which the Order of 1867 imposes upon me, and, allow me to assure you, I
am too conscientious to neglect those duties.”
“My dear Mr. Verstork, I did not intend——” interrupted van Gulpendam.

“Give me leave to continue,” resumed Verstork; “I have been attacked, I

now defend myself against your imputations, it is my duty to do so, and I
claim it as my right. I positively and utterly deny that Banjoe Pahit is a hot-
bed of smuggling.”

“Do you intend to tell me then,” cried van Gulpendam, “that no smuggling
is carried on there?”

“I do nothing of the kind, Resident,” replied Verstork, “were I to do so that

would be saying what I know to be untrue. My district lies right along the
open and everywhere accessible coast of the Java sea. The laws which
control the illegal traffic in opium are, as you are aware, wholly
insufficient; and, even such as they are, we have not the power to carry out
the laws effectually. No wonder then that the smugglers—and, as you know,
the opium-farmers themselves are the chief offenders—no wonder, I say,
that the smugglers make the most of this lax state of things. It stands to
reason that it should be so; but if you compare the illegal trade which goes
on at Banjoe Pahit with the smuggling in the adjoining districts which lie
along the same sea-coast, then I maintain that you will find that my district,
far from being as you would have it, a hot-bed of smuggling, contrasts, in
that respect, very favourably with the others. Now, as regards the cases to
which you have twice alluded, I, as controller of the district, have very
carefully investigated them; and I now give it you as my deliberate opinion
that the opium discovered at Moeara Tjatjing was put on shore by the boats
of the schooner brig Kiem Ping Hin, a vessel which, you know, does not
stand in the odour of sanctity; whilst the other two concern but very minute
quantities of the drug which assuredly would never have been found at all,
had the bandoelans been previously themselves well searched.”

“That is all very fine, Mr. Verstork,” replied van Gulpendam, “but for the
present it carries us too much into detail. To come to the point, however, I
now again repeat my friendly advice, go about, go about, and take back this
report.”
William Verstork sat there pale as death. For a moment he covered his eyes
with his hands as if he would exclude some painful vision, and he reflected.
The thought of his mother, of his sisters and brothers, came up vividly
before him, and ran like a red-hot iron through his brain. He fully grasped
the purport of the advice he had heard. He knew perfectly well that it was
not only a counsel, but also a threat, a threat moreover from an all-powerful
superior to a helpless subordinate. For one moment—to his honour be it
said, it was but for one moment—he hesitated; then his strong natural sense
of duty resumed its sway.

“Resident,” said he in a gentle and low, but yet in a perfectly steady voice,
“what would be your opinion of me if I were to give way and follow your
counsel? What would you think of me if I were to take back my report? I
say nothing now of the violence which I thus would be doing to my sense of
common honesty.”

“Sirrr!” roared van Gulpendam in a passion.

“Would you not, in that case, consider me wholly unfit for the position
which I at present occupy; would you not feel the deepest contempt for my
character, and would not your sense of duty urge you at once to request me
to retire from my country’s service? At any rate, I know that you could
never again, from that moment, place the slightest confidence in me. Is not
that true? And yet the position I occupy imperatively demands that I should
enjoy the fullest confidence of my superior officer.”

Mr. van Gulpendam had by this time recovered his temper, he could not
help feeling the force of Verstork’s words.

“You take the whole business,” said he in his most conciliatory manner,
“much too seriously. Now, just see how I look upon it. Yesterday you
gentlemen had a most fatiguing day’s hunting. I make no doubt that now
and then the pocket-flask was appealed to—of course it was, and very
naturally too. After the hunt was over, a jolly sociable dinner, at which
strong, heady Haantjes beer and heavy Baour wine—perhaps even generous
champagne circulated pretty freely. No harm in that, all that is the most
natural thing in the world. Amongst young people one could expect nothing
else. Well—in that happy frame of mind you sat down to write your report
—that is how I look upon it.”

“Indeed, Resident,” replied Verstork, “that report of mine then seems to

have made no impression upon you, than that either I was not right in the
head, or that I wrote it under the influence of liquor?”

“Mr. Verstork, my dear sir, you have such a queer way of blurting out
things. Believe me, I have but one object in view, and that is to prevent you
—in your own interest mind you—to commit an act of folly. It is for you to
say whether you are prepared to withdraw this report—yes or no. To this I
have but a single word to add, and that is: that your entire career depends
upon your present decision.”

Verstork heaved a deep sigh. He saw only too clearly that, in whatever way
he might decide to act, his position was an exceedingly difficult one. But
for all that he would not retrace one step on the straight path upon which he
had entered, which he knew was the path of truth and honour, and very
quietly, but very firmly he said:

“Resident, my decision is taken. Come what will, I refuse to take back my

report.”

“Is that your final decision?”

“It is, Resident.”

“Now think it well over—is that your last word?”

“Resident, it is.”

“Be it so,” said van Gulpendam with apparent resignation, “you will have
no one but yourself to blame for the consequences.”

“I am prepared to meet the consequences, Resident.”

“Very well, in that case I shall have to send up the paper in its present state
to the Governor General—the matter will then be in his hands.”

Verstork was preparing to rise and take his leave, thinking that the painful
interview was at an end.

“One moment please, Mr. Verstork,” said the Resident. “Just sit down for
another few minutes—I have another account to settle with you.”

“What is that, Resident?” asked the Controller.

“Yesterday morning a highly respected inhabitant of the island was publicly

insulted and even suffered personal violence, merely because, at your
bidding, he bore testimony to the truth. That abuse and that ill-treatment he
suffered in your presence and you did not, so far as I am aware, exercise
your authority either to prevent it or to put a stop to it.”

“It was all the work of an instant,” replied Verstork; “the words were uttered
and the blows were dealt so suddenly and so unexpectedly, that no one—not
even you—had you been present—could have interposed. I can assure you
that had there been the slightest fear of the offence being repeated, I would
have stepped in to prevent it.”

“I know nothing about all that,” said van Gulpendam coldly. “I only know
that abusive words were uttered and blows were dealt, while you, the
superior officer, stood by. That is how the matter stands. Now if I could
only have suggested to the authorities that our young hunters were in a state
of excitement and that the action was merely one of youthful indiscretion.”

“No, Resident, not so,” exclaimed Verstork, “not at all—not at least under
the influence of that particular kind of excitement which you were kind
enough to suggest just now.”

“It was done therefore in cold blood! I am obliged, Mr. Verstork, to take
notice of that fact; you see even if I were disposed to be lenient, your own
words deprive me of the power of hushing the matter up. All this, I fear, is
not much in your favour, sir, and your friend, who seems so ready with his
fists, will thank you no doubt for your testimony to his sobriety.”

“My friend!” cried Verstork, “what has he got to do with all this?”

“What has he got to do with it? Why he will find that out soon enough I
fear. I have here lying before me a formal accusation, which I hoped I might
be able quietly to shelve and say no more about; but now, I must forward it
to the authorities. You see, Mr. Verstork, you might have avoided all this
unpleasantness.”

“Ah, Resident,” replied Verstork very bitterly, “I begin to see that Mr.
Mokesuep has not allowed the grass to grow under his feet. Be all that,
however, as it may. If you think that this trifling occurrence must be
followed up—very well then, let the law have its course! I shall be the very
first to appear as a witness.”

The Resident uttered a strange short laugh; but made no reply.

Verstork rose from his seat.

“Have you any further orders, sir?” he said with a formal bow.

“None at present, Mr. Verstork.”

“Then I beg to wish you a very good morning.”

A slight nod from the Resident, who still kept his seat at his desk, was the
only reply to his greeting.

The next moment Verstork was walking down the steps of the mansion
muttering to himself as he went, “Poor mother, poor sisters!”

“Stupid ass,” said van Gulpendam to himself. “Yes, an arrant fool indeed!
Now that that booby won’t come to terms the business will require a little
more piloting. Never mind, I have friends in Batavia who know how to get
such questions safe into harbour; men who knew how to make General van
der Heijden disappear, and who will not think much of this little job.
Forward! is the word—at the end of it all there is the ‘Virtus Nobilitat.’ ”

A short time after, Verstork sat down to dinner with his friend van Nerekool.
The latter was the only one at home since van Rheijn had sent word that
pressing business would keep him at the office and that he could therefore
not be in to dinner. The two friends were discussing the events of the former
day and the result also of the morning’s interview with the Resident. The
Controller was so utterly downcast and disheartened, that van Nerekool,
who himself was not in the best of spirits, yet felt that he must try and cheer
him up and put some courage into him.

“Come, William, old fellow,” he said, “don’t hang your head so sadly. You
would almost make me think that you repent of the course of action you
have taken.”

“Repent, Charles,” cried the other, very sadly and yet without a sign of
hesitation. “Repent? no never, if it were all to do again I would, in every
respect, act as I have done. But, my poor mother, my poor sisters!”

“Don’t look at things so darkly,” said van Nerekool.

“So darkly did you say? Why—the very best thing that can happen is that I
shall be transferred to some other place—that I shall be torn out of the
sphere of work to which here I have become accustomed.”

“Well,” said Charles, “and suppose that should happen?”

“Why, that in itself is already a grave misfortune; you know how expensive
moving is in India. Then comes the question, where shall I be sent to? You
do not suppose that they will give me a lucrative place. For years and years
I shall have to face very serious pecuniary difficulties and, meanwhile, it
will be impossible for me to do for my dear family that which it has now so
long been my pleasure to do.”

“Come, come,” replied Charles van Nerekool, “cheer up! Even if it comes
to the worst, some remedy will be found for that at least—I can promise
you so much at least.”

“But, my dear Charles—that is the smallest misfortune that can happen to

me. Every other possibility is simply terrible. Just think—what if they
dismissed me from the service altogether?”

“Now,” said Charles, “you are exaggerating. What in the world have you
done to deserve dismissal! On the contrary, you have secured for yourself
the esteem and admiration of every honest man.”

“Honest man!” said Verstork bitterly, “oh you don’t know with whom I
have to deal!”

Van Nerekool’s face twitched painfully—he had learned to know something

of the man with whom his friend had come into collision.

“But,” continued he as cheerfully as he could, “but can we not think of

some means of warding off the blow? Can we not manage to avoid even the
least of these misfortunes?”

“Aye,” cried Verstork, “that is the very thing I have been cudgelling my
brains about?”

“Have you any friends at Batavia,” asked van Nerekool, “do you know any
one there?”

“Friends? yes, I know one man, a certain Mr. Reijnaals.”

“What? Reijnaals—the son-in-law of the member of the Indian Council?”

“Yes, that is the man.”

“Why then he is your man. Come cheer up and let us now together sit down
and draw up an accurate account of all that has taken place. That account
you will send to Reijnaals. And I also have friends in Batavia who, I think,
have some influence. I will write to them. Come let us set to work and
begin our battle fearlessly—it is no good moping.” So the two friends sat
down to their task and when, very late in the afternoon, Edward van Rheijn
came home from his office, two letters almost as bulky as parcels, had been
sent off by the mail. Van Rheijn looked weary and care-worn.

“You are very late,” said van Nerekool—“have you been very busy?”

“Yes, very busy,” was the brief reply. “I am tired out and am going to lie
down a bit.”

“Anything particular?”

“No, nothing very particular; but plenty of work.”

“What about?” asked van Nerekool.

“Excuse me,” replied van Rheijn putting his fingers to his lips, “they are
office-secrets which I am not at liberty to reveal.”

With these words he involuntarily cast a pitying look on William Verstork.

CHAPTER XXII.
 A SALE AT BANJOE PAHIT.
On a Saturday evening, about a fortnight after, a great number of young
people were assembled in the open air at the round table before the
verandah of Concordia, the club at Santjoemeh. It was a gala-night and
consequently all the élite of Santjoemeh had turned out. The gentlemen
were for the most part inside the club-house, or strolling about within the
grounds, the ladies, either on foot or reclining in elegant carriages, were
promenading and enjoying the splendid evening which the full moon, at
nine o’clock high up in the heavens, rendered still more delightful, and
listening to the excellent music of the band.

Within the club-house were seated some elderly ladies and gentlemen,
gravely and solemnly playing a game at cards; the young people lounged in
the front gallery, while the gayer and more restless spirits among them
sought the open air and were, as we said above, grouped round the table in
front of the outer gallery. There they found themselves in full view of the
ladies whose glances they were glad to receive and ready to repay with
interest.

“Look yonder,” cried one of this group, “there goes pretty little Celine with
her mother and her aunt!”

“Yes,” replied another, “and Hermance on horseback; I think her a much

prettier girl.”

“I say, look out! there comes the Resident’s carriage.”

“Aye, I see with fair Laurentia. She is no doubt coming to take a hand. Just
look how attentive van Rheijn is to her. Quite the gallant—he is helping her
down—now he offers his arm!”

“Of course! the njonja of Kandjeng toean Resident!”

“You may say what you like but she is a monstrous fine woman—I envy
that fellow Edward!”

“I grant you—she is a splendid woman—but she is not a patch upon her

daughter.”

“You are right there,” cried another. “By the way where can nonna Anna
have got to? One sees her nowhere now.”

“I am told she is gone on a visit to a friend—they say to spend a few weeks

with the wife of the Assistant Resident of Karang Anjer.”

“What Karang Anjer in Bagelen? That is a deuce of a way off! Is there

anything wrong with her?”

“Why, don’t you know? Van Nerekool has proposed and been refused—and
it appears that until Charles can get some other appointment elsewhere, the
Resident wants to keep his daughter out of the way.”

“What do you say?” asked another, “Charles van Nerekool going away—
what in the world is that for?”

Just then Grenits, who had been sitting some time in the reading-room of
the Club, came up to the group of young men with a newspaper in his hand.

“Good evening, Theodoor!” was the general cry; for the young merchant
was very much liked by all, and exceedingly popular among the members.
“Have you got any news that you are walking about with the Santjoemeh
Herald?”

“Listen to me, gentlemen,” said Grenits as he slowly unfolded his paper and
began to read:

“ ‘Messrs. Gladbach and Co., will sell by public auction on Monday the
24th inst., the whole of the Furniture and Effects belonging to William
Verstork, Esq., Controller at Banjoe Pahit. The principal items include:
seats, rocking and easy chairs, tables, marble-topped consoles, mirrors,
paintings, lamps of all descriptions, terra-cotta statuettes, awnings, screens,
bedsteads and bedroom furniture complete—wash-stands, wardrobes, linen-
presses, cupboards, kitchen and stable furniture—all in excellent
preservation and as good as new. Further a splendid collection of plants
such as roses, crotons, ferns, &c., in pots and ornamental tubs. One Bengal
cow with calf in full milk, a considerable quantity of poultry; turkeys,
geese, ducks, fowls and pigeons. Several carriages all nearly new—a well-
trained saddle horse, a pair of iron-grey carriage horses, a pair ditto, black
Battakkers. Messrs. Gladbach & Co. are prepared to supply full particulars,
catalogues and conditions of sale. Nota Bene. On Monday next from 7.30 to
8.30 carriages will start from the green at Santjoemeh to convey intending
purchasers to and from Banjoe Pahit free of cost.’ ”

As Grenits concluded, his hearers looked at one another in some surprise.

“Come, that’s not a bad idea,” said one, “that free conveyance is a capital
dodge.”

“Verstork going to leave!” cried another. “Where is he off to—it seems he is

going to sell even his saddle-horse.”

“He is going to Atjeh,” replied Grenits. “He won’t want a horse there.”

“To Atjeh! why that is impossible” cried another, “the army is in charge
there, there can be no vacancy in that place for a civilian like Verstork!”

“I know nothing at all about it—I can only tell you what William has told
me. But, in order that no mistake may arise, allow me to tell you gentlemen
that my friend Verstork knows nothing whatever about the free conveyances
to Banjoe Pahit, that is entirely my doing, about which I have not consulted
him. I alone am responsible for that addition to the advertisement.”

“I see,” laughed one of the company, “you do not want the thing to hang
fire.”

“Very likely not,” said Grenits coolly.

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