Lucrative pastures: Buitenzorg, Raffles's country residence when Lieutenant-Governor of Java
The last tiger in Singapore was shot under the billiard table at Raffles Hotel-or in the Long Bar, or underneath the bar and billiard room, which were then on stilts. It happened early in the last century, and accounts differed when I stayed there.
Stamford Raffles, Singapore's founder, was something of a tiger under the Honourable East India Company's boardroom table. He arrived at its vast place of business in Leadenhall Street as an extra clerk, ploughed through the paperwork, pulled strings and got his break-a posting as Assistant Secretary for Prince of Wales Island. This was the company's name for Penang, off the coast of Malaya, eight months' sailing distance from London and the supervisory eye of head office. From then on there was no holding him.
At the other end of the world, the war with France was grinding on, Napoleon had overrun Holland and taken command of its nascent eastern empire. The company set about its liberation (liberating some loot in the process) and, when the dust settled, Raffles found himself Lieutenant-Governor of Java. Five years later, on his way back to London, he met Napoleon at St Helena and took a dislike to him: "a monster".
Java gave Raffles the scope that he relished. He wrote its history, he emancipated slaves and he reformed the currency, which got him into trouble. Silver had run short, paper promises were at a widening discount, Spanish ducats and ducatoons, Dutch stivers, tin doits and lumps of copper had to pass for payment. Raffles sold land to replenish his government's coffers, and sold some on advantageous terms to himself. He was not the first nabob to line his own pockets, but Java still leaked money, and the company recalled him.
That did him no harm, because he was taken up by the Prince Regent, who knighted him. Suitably impressed, the company offered him a new appointment, this time as Lieutenant-Governor of Sumatra, where he discovered the world's largest and smelliest flower and a tribe of cannibals who ate criminals-by Western standards, he thought, a humane form of capital punishment. Sumatra, though, proved no more profitable than Java, and a treaty soon provided that the Dutch could have them back.