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WILLIAM SOMERSET MAUGHAMMR. KNOW - ALLOnce I was going by ship from San-Francisco to Yokohama. I shared my cabin with a man called Mr. Kellada. He was short, solidly-built, clean-shaven and dark-skinned. Mr. Kellada was chatty. He talked of New-York and of San-Francisco, he discussed plays, pictures and politics. He was familiar. Though I was a total stranger to him he didn't put mister before my name when he addressed me. I didn't like Mr. Kellada. I not only shared a cabin with him and ate three meals a day at the same table, but I couldn't walk round the deck without his joining me. It was impossible to get rid of him.Mr. Kellada was a very sociable man and in three days he knew everyone on board. He conducted the auctions, collected money for prizes at the sports, organized the concert and arranged the fancy-dress ball. He was everywhere and always. He was certainly the best-hated man in the ship. We called him Mr.Know-All, even to his face. He took it as a compliment. But it was at mealtimes he was most unbearable. He knew everything better than anybody else and you couldn't disagree with him.We were four at the table: The doctor, I, Mr. Kellada and Mr. Ramsay.Mr. Ramsay was in the American Consular Service. Having taken his wife from New York, he was on his way back to get a new post at Kobe. Mrs. Ramsay was a very pretty little thing with pleasant manners and a sense of humour. She was always dressed very simply, but she knew how to wear her clothes.One evening at dinner the conversation by chance drifted to the subject of pearls. There was some argument between Mr. Kellada and Mr. Ramsay about the value of culture and real pearls. I didn't believe Ramsay knew anything about the subject at all. At last Mr. Kellada got furious and shouted: "Well I know what I am talking about. I'm going to Japan just to look into this Japanese pearl business. I'm myself engaged in this business and I know the best pearls in the world."Here was news for us, for Mr. Kellada had never told anyone what his businesswas."That's a pretty chain, isn't it?" Ramsay asked pointing to the chain that Mrs.Ramsay wore."I noticed it at once," answered Mr. Kellada."Those are pearls all right""I didn't buy it myself, of course," said Ramsay. "I wonder how much you think it cost.""Oh, in the trade somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. But if it was bought on Fifth Avenue anything up to thirty thousand was paid for it."Ramsay smiled. "You'll be surprised to hear that Mrs. Ramsay bought that string the day before we left New York for eighteen dollars. I'll bet you a hundred dollars it's imitation.""Done.""But how can it be proved?" Mrs. Ramsay asked."Let me look at the chain and if it's imitation I'll tell you quickly enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars,' said Mr. Kellada.The chain was handed to Mr. Kellada. A smile of triumph spread over his face.He was about to speak. Suddenly he saw Mrs. Ramsay's face. It was so white and she was looking at him with wide and terrified eyes. Mr. Kellada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. You could almost see the effort he was making over himself. "I was mistaken," he said. "It's a very good imitation." He took a hundred-dollar note out of his pocket and handed it to Ramsay without a word."Perhaps that'll teach you a lesson," said Ramsay as he took the money. I noticed that Mr. Kellada's hands were trembling.44Next morning I got up and began to shave. Suddenly I saw a letter pushed under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I picked up the letter and saw that it was addressed to Mr. Kellada. I handed it to him. He took out of the envelope a hundred-dollar note. He looked at me and turned red."Were the pearls real?" I asked."If I had a pretty little wife. I shouldn't let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe," said he.