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by Pillow Book of Lady Wisteria(lit)


  For the sake of Treasury Minister Nitta, who might eventually prove to be the murderer after all.

  Anger and frustration boiled within Sano. He shook his head at his detectives. Then, while Magistrate Aoki gloated, they all stood aside to let the guards bear Treasury Minister Nitta from the room.

  20

  Treasury Minister Nitta has committed seppuku?" said Hirata.

  Sano nodded unhappily. "The news is official." Some two hours had passed since the trial. Now Sano, Hirata, and Reiko sat in Sano's office. Reiko poured steaming tea into bowls for the three of them.

  "What's going to happen?" she said.

  "The best outcome is that I can persuade the shogun to let me keep investigating the murder until I prove whether Treasury Minister Nitta really was the killer or Magistrate Aoki made a mistake." Sano sipped tea; it scalded his mouth. "The worst is that the shogun will decide I made a mistake, failed in my duty, and offended the regime."

  He didn't have to elaborate the consequences for Hirata and Reiko; their expressions said they understood.

  "But we won't know which it will be for a while yet," Sano said. "The shogun is ill, and has issued orders that he doesn't want to be disturbed. I wrote a report explaining what I did at the trial and left it with the shogun's secretary. But Magistrate Aoki will have sent a report, too. We'll just have to wait and hope that when the shogun reads the reports, he likes my side of the story better than Aoki's."

  Dread pervaded the atmosphere as they sat holding their tea bowls. To boost morale, Sano said, "For now we'll proceed as if the investigation will continue. I've got some new leads." He told of his visits from officials who wanted to incriminate their enemies. "They may be spurious, but we'll have to check them. What have you learned today?"

  "I've found no trace of Lady Wisteria or her Hokkaido lover," Hirata said, eyes downcast. "They weren't at any of the Suruga teahouses or Fukagawa noodle shops, and I searched them all. I'm beginning to wonder if the man doesn't exist, and the pillow book isn't genuine."

  Disappointment burdened Sano's spirits, because if he was to convince the shogun that the inquiries should go on, he needed better justification than a lot of dead ends. "It's too early to give up," he told Hirata. "Keep looking."

  Reiko said, "I may have found something important." Her manner was cautious but hopeful. She described meeting Lady Wisteria's family, and what she'd heard at their home. "That Wisteria tried to steal her mother's husband, and ruined her mother's clothes as revenge for selling her into Yoshiwara, shows her to be a selfish, mean person."

  "And therefore a good murder suspect, even if what happened when she was young has no direct bearing on Lord Mitsuyoshi's death," Hirata said, looking cheered by the new development.

  However, Reiko's description of Wisteria disturbed Sano profoundly. The courtesan had lied to him about her past, and he realized that he knew even less about her than he'd thought. The idea that his former lover was the killer revolted Sano. But if he proved that Treasury Minister Nitta was innocent, the list of suspects would shrink, and the odds that Wisteria was guilty would rise.

  "I may also have some clues to where Lady Wisteria has gone," Reiko said. "She had a childhood friend named Yuya. After I left her mother's house, I questioned the neighbors. They said Yuya works in a bathhouse somewhere in town. Maybe Wisteria took shelter with her."

  "I'll have my detectives search the bathhouses," Sano said.

  "A man bought Wisteria's freedom about four years ago," Reiko said. "Her mother doesn't know how Wisteria got back in Yoshiwara, or the name of the man. But he was rumored to be a high-ranking samurai official. I think I should try to find out who he is, because he might be able to lead us to Wisteria, if Yuya can't."

  Dismay jarred Sano. A hum of alarm began in his head as a bad day turned worse. Just as he'd feared, Reiko's inquiries concerning Lady Wisteria had led to him.

  A little frown of uncertainty puckered Reiko's forehead as she sensed the change in atmosphere. "Is something wrong?"

  Sano noticed Hirata watching him to see whether he would tell Reiko about his relationship with Lady Wisteria. Must he now reveal what he'd hidden from his wife? If they were to proceed with the investigation together, what choice had he? Panic besieged him.

  Just then, a manservant appeared in the doorway. "Excuse me, master," he said to Sano, "but a letter has just arrived for you. The messenger said it's urgent." He proffered a scroll case made from a short cylinder of bamboo, sealed with wooden plugs at the ends.

  "Thank you," Sano said. Never had an interruption been so timely. Awash in relief, he opened the case, unrolled and read the letter.

  If you want to learn something important about the murder of Lord Mitsuyoshi, go to the house in the hills that belongs to the hokan Fujio.

  There was no signature on the message, but it did include directions to the house.

  Sano, Hirata, and a squadron of detectives and troops followed the directions into the hills north of Edo. They rode along a winding highway that climbed the forested slopes. Frigid wind ripped the smoke from their lanterns and the breath from their lungs. The horses galloped on hard earth that had borne little traffic since summer, when Edo's citizens took to the hills for relief from the heat. The cold fire of sunset burned above the leafless trees; patches of snow reflected pink upon the ground. In the darkening sky rose the moon, a radiant silver crescent flligreed by shadows, suspended amid stars.

  "When I told Fujio that I wanted to search his house, I had a feeling he was hiding something," Sano said to Hirata. "Now I think he didn't want me to know he has another house besides the one in Imado where he lives."

  "I hope we find something worthwhile." Hirata echoed Sano's hopes.

  Yet they both harbored skepticism about the clue. Before leaving town, they'd tried to discover who had sent it. A castle messenger had delivered the letter, which the guards at the main gate had given him. The guards said a man had brought them the letter; but they couldn't recall anything about him because they took so many messages from so many people. The letter was written on cheap, common paper, in a hand unfamiliar to Sano. Although he and Hirata feared a trick, they couldn't afford to ignore the message.

  The sunset faded to a dull red edge on the horizon, and darkness clothed the hills. Sano saw the shape of a house with a peaked roof and jutting veranda, clinging to a nearby hillside. "There it is," he called to his companions.

  They left the horses, with two soldiers to guard them, at the bottom of a steep, narrow trail. As Sano climbed the trail with Hirata, the detectives, and his troops, the cold worsened; curves in the path obscured what lay ahead. Tree trunks and underbrush confined the light from the lanterns in a minuscule space around Sano and his men. Nothing else moved in the forest; the only sounds were their footsteps in the rocky path, the huffing of their breath, and the distant ripple of a stream. But Sano recalled the many attacks on him since he'd become the shogun's sosakan-sama.

  Was the anonymous message the lure for an ambush?

  The trail abruptly ended in a clearing. There stood the house, a dilapidated shack. It appeared to be an ordinary, cheap summer retreat, yet Sano's instincts prickled, sensing evil.

  "Beware," he whispered to his men.

  The guards led the advance, cautiously panning their lanterns as they stole through knee-high grass that rustled underfoot. Sano and Hirata followed, while the detectives brought up the rear, their alert gazes sweeping the area for signs of trouble. A lull in the wind stilled the forest; the stream rippled. Somewhere, a dog or wolf howled. As the group neared the house, the lanterns revealed weathered plank walls, a thatched roof, latticed windows, and a door framed by a webbing of vines.

  Pausing near the threshold, Sano motioned for the guards to circle and scout the building. They obeyed, then returned, shaking their heads to indicate they'd seen no threats. At a gesture from Sano, they opened the door and shone the lanterns into the dark space within. The light penetrated a narrow, empty pass
age. Sano nodded; the guards preceded him and the others inside, along a bare, creaking wooden floor, beneath low rafters. The lanterns splashed their shadows across paper walls. Sano inhaled, trying to scent danger, but the cold had numbed his nose: He smelled nothing.

  "There's nobody here," Hirata said, voicing what Sano perceived.

  A slithering sound caused Sano's heart to lurch; everyone started. Hands grasped swords. A guard flashed his lantern into a kitchen furnished with cooking utensils on shelves, and a plaster-encased hearth. It was vacant, the sound probably caused by vermin seeking food. Breaths fogged the air as everyone relaxed; yet as they moved to the doorway of the opposite room, Sano's instincts blared a continuous warning.

  Inside the room, tatami covered the floor; dried flowers bloomed from a vase in the alcove. A table held a cricket cage, sake jar, and folding fan-relics of summer. On a lacquer chest lay a few papers. Hirata fetched them and gave them to Sano.

  They were musical scores, signed by Fujio.

  One more room remained. As the group approached this, dread slowed Sano's steps. Whatever he was meant to find must be there.

  The cramped space he saw from the threshold appeared as abandoned and lifeless as the rest of the house. A swath of white muslin mosquito net hung from the ceiling and draped a futon. The futon held what at first looked to be a large, crooked bundle of fabric. Then Sano saw, protruding from one end of the bundle and out of the mosquito net, an arm that extended to a hand with curled fingers. The bundle was a human body, slender and curved and female, dressed in a patterned kimono and sprawled on the futon. That she lay so still, in this freezing, isolated house, could mean only one thing.

  "Merciful gods," Sano said.

  He and his comrades rushed into the room. Sano flung back the mosquito net, and everyone exclaimed in horror. The body was headless, the neck an ugly stump of mangled flesh, clotted blood, and hacked bone. In his memory Sano heard a girlish voice saying, "She wore a black kimono with purple wisteria blossoms and green vines on it." The garment on the dead woman was surely the one described by the kamuro, Chidori.

  "Lady Wisteria," Sano said, aghast.

  Reiko lay in bed, where she'd fallen into a restless sleep hours after Sano left for Fujio's house. Quiet footsteps in the corridor impinged on her consciousness, and she jerked awake, breath caught, eyes widevopen in the darkness of her room.

  She knew the estate was well guarded, but ever since the Black Lotus case, noises at night conjured up terror of attack. She snatched up the dagger she kept beside the bed. Silently she crept down the corridor, shivering with cold and fear. Lamplight glowed from the bathchamber; a human shadow moved inside. Peering cautiously through the open door, Reiko saw Sano. He was undressing. Her body sagged in relief. She lowered the dagger and entered the room.

  "I'm glad you're home," she said.

  Sano nodded without looking at her, his features set in a frown. He dropped his sash on the slatted wooden floor, then stripped off his trousers. He tore off his robes and socks. Reiko noticed his hands shaking; the sculpted muscles of his stomach contracted in spasms as he shed his loincloth. He squatted, emptied a bucket of water over himself, and shuddered in the icy splash.

  Worried by his strange behavior, Reiko laid down the dagger and crouched near Sano. "What happened at Fujio's house?"

  Sano picked up a bag of rice-bran soap and violently scrubbed his torso. His voice emerged from between chattering teeth: "We found the dead body of a woman."

  "Oh." Reiko now understood why Sano would bathe in the middle of the night. He wanted to cleanse himself of the spiritual pollution from his contact with death. Postponing more questions, she said, "Let me help you."

  She lit the charcoal braziers. Luckily, the water in the round, sunken wooden tub was still warm, heated earlier for her own bath. She washed Sano's back and rinsed him. He climbed into the tub, groaning as he immersed himself up to his chin and closed his eyes. Reiko knelt beside the tub. Moments passed. Gradually Sano ceased shuddering.

  "The body was wearing the kimono that Lady Wisteria had on the night she vanished," he said wearily.

  Dismayed, Reiko said, "But you don't know for sure if the body is hers?"

  "The woman's head was missing."

  Reiko sucked air through pursed lips. "Did she die from decapitation?"

  "I don't know yet. I had my men take the body to Edo Morgue for Dr. Ito to examine. But this clearly wasn't a natural death. She was murdered."

  "Was there a weapon?"

  Sano opened hollow eyes that looked unfocused, as if he saw the murder scene instead of Reiko. "We searched the house," he said, "but we didn't find anything. Her killer could have taken the weapon, or thrown it away in the woods. The same possibilities apply to her head."

  A feeling of distance between her and Sano troubled Reiko. Tonight the investigation, which she'd hoped would unite them, seemed to have separated them further. But perhaps this was just a temporary effect caused by Sano's upsetting experience.

  "Do you think Fujio killed Wisteria?" Reiko asked.

  "She was in his house," Sano said. "That implicates him."

  Reiko sensed that Sano was upset about more than discovering the body and losing a witness. She wanted to ask what it was, but his reticence prevented her. Instead she said, "How did Wisteria get there?"

  "Fujio could have smuggled her out of Yoshiwara and hidden her in his house." Sano spoke as if forcing out each word; he stared at the water before him.

  "Wouldn't he have known better than to kill her on his own property, leave her corpse there, and incriminate himself?"

  "He might have thought no one would find her there. I never would have, if not for that message."

  Reiko also sensed that Sano wasn't telling her everything. "If Fujio did kill Wisteria, does that mean he also killed Lord Mitsuyoshi?"

  "Perhaps."

  "Could someone else have found Wisteria and killed her?" Reiko hated coaxing Sano to talk when he would obviously rather not; but they needed to determine what the new murder meant to the case.

  "Anything is possible," Sano said in that same reluctant tone. "But who besides Fujio would have known she was in the house?"

  "Perhaps a traveler who happened upon her?" Reiko said.

  "There aren't many travelers in the hills this time of year, though she could have been killed by bandits robbing summer homes. Her death must be connected with Lord Mitsuyoshi's murder, and so must the killer."

  Reiko had hoped that if they kept talking, Sano would open up about what was bothering him. "Who would want Lady Wisteria dead and Fujio blamed?" When Sano didn't answer, Reiko suggested, "It could be the person who sent the message."

  Sano rested his head against the rim of the tub and closed his eyes, exhaling a tremulous breath.

  Increasingly worried, Reiko said, "Are you ill? Shall I prepare you a medicinal tea?"

  His throat muscles clenched as he swallowed. "No. I'm fine."

  "If you'd rather be alone. ?" Although unwilling to leave him like this, Reiko rose.

  "Don't go." With an obvious effort, Sano opened his eyes, lifted his head, and met her gaze. "We need to talk."

  Reiko waited, nervous about what she might hear. A heartbeat passed in ominous suspense. Then Sano said, "Maybe the dead woman isn't Wisteria, and the scene at the house was arranged to mislead me."

  "And her head could have been removed so you would think she was Wisteria." Reiko guessed that this topic wasn't the one Sano had originally intended to broach. "But if it isn't Wisteria, then who is it?"

  "I hope Dr. Ito can provide some answers," Sano said.

  "Doesn't this murder cast doubt on Treasury Minister Nitta's conviction?" Reiko asked.

  "If the victim is Wisteria, and it happened after Nitta was arrested, yes. Her disappearance from Yoshiwara and Lord Mitsuyoshi's death are linked, and if Nitta is innocent of one thing, he may not be guilty of the other."

  Sano's melancholy seemed unrelieved by this theor
y that justified continuing his investigation. "All this time I've felt so sure Wisteria was alive," he said.

  Reiko detected in him a concern that seemed deeper than she would expect him to feel about a stranger who was a murder suspect. A vague, disturbing notion crossed her mind.

  Sano's shoulders moved in a gesture that expressed doubt and anxiety. "Whether or not this murder is what it seems, there's no use drawing conclusions until we hear what Fujio has to say about what we found."

 

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