"How many were there?"
"Twelve of them."
"What did they look like?"
"I didn't get a good look at their faces because they wore helmets with visors and mouth guards."
The kidnappers had made sure that their hired help couldn't identify them, Hirata noted. When pressed for details about the men, Goro recalled little else, and he hadn't heard anything they'd said to one another. The porters who'd gone with him were away on other jobs and unavailable for questioning.
"Did you report what you've just told me to the authorities?" Hirata asked.
Goro shook his head. "When those samurai hired me, I didn't know the shogun's mother had been taken. And afterward, when I heard about the missing ladies. " A sly grin uplifted Goro's scarred features. He jingled the coins in his pouch. "I decided to wait for a chance to make a little profit."
The porter's greedy opportunism enraged Hirata, but he had neither time nor energy to waste on punishing Goro, or on speculating what might have happened if Goro had reported his news instead of hoarding it. He and Marume and Fukida left the camp, retrieved their horses, and stood in the inspection line at the post house.
"As soon as we get past this checkpoint," Hirata said, "we'll be on our way to Izu."
Police Commissioner Hoshina had been imprisoned in a square guard tower on the wall that separated the palace grounds from the forest preserve. The tower had white plaster walls, black trim, a barred window overlooking each direction, and a four-gabled tile roof. Sentries stood on the walkway atop the wall, guarding doors on either side of the tower. Sano approached its third door, set in the base of the wall and also guarded. Beyond the tower, the oaks, conifers, and maples of the forest preserve loomed against an overcast sky. Locusts whined in the hot, humid air as Sano climbed a flight of stairs to the makeshift prison.
Although samurai awaiting execution were usually kept under house arrest in their own homes, Hoshina lived at Chamberlain Yanagisawa's estate, where Yanagisawa had refused to have him. Condemned men were usually barred from Edo Castle, but the shogun valued Hoshina as insurance of Lady Keisho-in's survival and wanted him close at hand. Therefore, the palace officials had hastily improvised a jail for Hoshina.
More guards unbarred the door at the top of the stairs and admitted Sano to the tower room. Inside, Hoshina crouched, his back against the wall, arms resting limp on his knees. As Sano entered, Hoshina looked up, eager and expectant.
"Greetings," Sano said quietly.
Hoshina's face fell. "Oh. It's you," he said.
Obviously, he'd hoped to see Chamberlain Yanagisawa. Sano pitied Hoshina's disappointment and hated to tell him Yanagisawa wasn't coming.
After the meeting at which the shogun had almost condemned Sano and Yanagisawa to execution along with Hoshina, the two of them had walked out of the palace together.
"Hoshina-san must be interrogated," Sano had told Yanagisawa as they strode down the gravel path through the grounds.
"You do it," Yanagisawa said, clearly intending to distance himself from Hoshina. His cool expression showed no sign that he'd just narrowly escaped death, nor guilt over how he'd treated his lover.
"Report to me afterward."
"Then he and his guards left Sano and walked away.
First, Sano returned home and summoned his detectives to the courtyard. "I want to know who delivered the ransom letter," he told them. "Interview the soldiers assigned to guard the castle perimeter last night. Ask them whether they saw who posted the letter on the wall, or anyone loitering outside the castle and acting suspicious. If they did, get a description of the person. If not, search the neighborhoods around the castle for witnesses. And if you find the person, arrest him and notify me at once. He may be our best lead to the kidnappers."
Now Sano beheld the other possible lead. Hoshina seemed shrunken by despondency. His head drooped; anguish hollowed his eyes. Sano experienced a pang of concern for him. Many a samurai would consider suicide as a way to escape such ignominious circumstances.
"Is there anything you need?" Sano said. Pretending an interest in Hoshina's physical comfort, he scrutinized the cell.
The palace officials who'd furnished the prison had paid respect to Hoshina's rank. Tatami cushioned the floor, and a rolled-up futon occupied a corner. Incense smoked on the window ledges, repelling mosquitoes and masking the foul odor of the stagnant moat below the tower on the forest side. A black-and-gilt lacquer tray contained soup, rice, prawns, vegetables, and tea on matching dishware. Against the stone wall stood a lidded lacquer chamber pot. But Sano saw, to his relief, nothing that Hoshina might use against himself.
"Don't worry-they took away my swords," Hoshina said in a sardonic voice. "They won't even give me chopsticks to eat with." He flapped a hand at the untouched meal. "And the guards watch me every moment. No doubt someone has advised the shogun not to let me commit seppuku and deprive the kidnappers of the execution they want in exchange for his mother."
The absent Chamberlain Yanagisawa formed a third, almost tangible presence in the room. Sano knew that Yanagisawa had specified the terms of Hoshina's imprisonment, and obviously Hoshina had guessed.
"But I don't intend to die by my own hand, or anyone else's, just yet." Hoshina straightened his posture as some of his old fight rekindled.
"I'm glad to hear that," Sano said.
Hoshina snorted. "I'll bet you are."
His acrid tone implied that Sano only cared about him for selfish reasons, and Sano acknowledged this as the truth. Hoshina was the new key to the mystery of who had kidnapped the women, and he was important to Reiko's survival.
"By the way, I suppose I owe you thanks for persuading the shogun to delay my death," Hoshina said grudgingly. "You'll forgive me if I don't feel much like celebrating right now."
Sano nodded, allowing Hoshina to vent his bitterness. Empathy diminished Sano's hatred for his foe. A different turn of fate could have put him in Hoshina's position.
"What brings you here, when everyone else is avoiding me like a fatal disease?" Hoshina said.
How quickly men in the bakufu ostracized colleagues in trouble, Sano thought. "I agreed to save your life," he said. "I'm here to finish what I started."
Hoshina gave him a look that mixed contempt with gratitude. "I might almost think you were the true epitome of honor, if I didn't know you have an ulterior motive."
"We all have our own interests," Sano said, "but mine coincide with yours. I want to catch the kidnappers and rescue the hostages. You want me to do it before the shogun's seven days are up and he executes you."
Hoshina conceded with a wry twist of his lips.
"I need your help," Sano said. "Will you answer some questions?"
"I'm your captive slave," Hoshina said.
Sano crouched beside Hoshina. "Who do you think wrote this?" Reaching inside his surcoat, Sano removed the ransom letter.
"I have no idea." Hoshina exhaled in hopelessness.
"Does the poem mean anything to you?" Sano asked.
He spread the letter on the floor. As they pored over the lines, Hoshina said, "Dragons symbolize power, fertility, good fortune. Every child learns the story of the Dragon King who rules the sea. But this poem makes no sense. Can it mean that the Dragon King is the kidnapper and he's holding the women in his underwater palace?" Hoshina gave a humorless laugh. "It sounds like the rambling of a madman."
Sano nodded, because who except a madman would kidnap the shogun's mother to force the execution of the chief police commissioner? He could have added that dragons brought rain to grow crops and kept the forces of nature in balance. But although he thought the poem must contain clues, he and Hoshina needed to make progress, not discuss cosmology. "Do you recognize the writing?" Sano asked.
"No," said Hoshina, "but then I never pay much attention to calligraphy."
Another disappointment. Sano had hoped Hoshina would provide more information.
"If you wish I had all the answers, just
think how much I wish I did," Hoshina said with a grimace.
"Let's move on to the question of what murder the letter refers to," said Sano.
"I'm not a murderer," Hoshina declared. Anger animated his voice, colored his pallid complexion. "That's what's so outrageous about this whole situation: Somebody I don't know wants me punished for a crime I didn't commit."
Sano eyed him with skepticism. "You've never killed?"
"Well, of course I have." Hoshina looked as though Sano had said something absurd. "I'm a police official. I've killed in the line of duty. That's not murder, because it's sanctioned by the law."
"Many might think otherwise," said Sano, "especially someone who blames you for a death and bears a grudge. The kidnapper appears to fit that category. Tell me the names of everyone you've killed, and their family members and associates. The details on when, where, and how you killed them might also help."
Hoshina gave a dismal chuckle. "I hope you've got plenty of time, because this could take awhile."
"I've got time." Sano asked the guards to bring paper and writing supplies. Then, as Hoshina talked, Sano wrote a list. The final count spanned sixteen years and numbered thirty-eight men slain by Hoshina's sword while he was trying to make arrests or maintain order. Some of their names he couldn't recall. Information on their families and associates was sparse.
"That's the best I can do," Hoshina said.
Reviewing the list, Sano said, "These men you killed were gangsters, petty thieves, brawlers, and rioters. They were peasants, artisans, small-time merchants, a few ronin-none wealthy, all members of the lower classes."
"That's the type that keeps the police busy," Hoshina said. "The dregs of society."
Discouragement filled Sano. "It seems unlikely that they would have friends or relatives capable of the massacre and kidnapping."
"Besides, if people of their kind wanted revenge on me, they would attack me on the street, and they wouldn't wait years to do me in," Hoshina said. "They certainly wouldn't concoct such an elaborate, dangerous plot. They haven't the intelligence, let alone the nerve. Or the troops."
Another consideration caused Sano to doubt that the list would point him to the kidnapper. "All the men you killed were citizens of Miyako," he said. The ancient imperial capital was a fifteen-day journey from Edo.
"You know I lived in Miyako until three years ago," Hoshina said. "I did most of my police service there."
Sano knew he must determine whether any of the men killed by Hoshina had connections to someone in Edo who could have heard about Lady Keisho-in's trip and organized the kidnapping. But he anticipated a long, fruitless search.
He said, "You haven't killed anyone in Edo?"
"There's been no reason," Hoshina said. "I oversee the police force now. I don't chase down criminals in the streets anymore."
Sunlight pierced the clouds and slanted through the tower windows. The room was stiflingly hot; its walls oozed moisture. Sano rose and wiped sweat off his brow. He thought of Reiko imprisoned somewhere, probably under conditions worse than these. He thought of the unknown kidnapper waiting for Hoshina's execution, ready to slay Reiko, Lady Keisho-in, Midori, and Lady Yanagisawa. Anxiety mounted in Sano because he and Hoshina hadn't yet identified a single good suspect.
"Maybe the ransom letter doesn't refer to a killing you committed with your own hands," Sano said. "Were there any criminals you arrested who were later convicted and executed?"
He and Hoshina compiled a list of names that was longer than the first but posed the same problems. The dead men had all been of low class, and all Miyako residents-because the chief police commissioner didn't personally arrest criminals, and Hoshina hadn't sent anyone to the execution ground since he'd come to Edo. None of his executed criminals had apparent connections to anyone wealthy or powerful enough to manage the kidnapping.
Sano controlled an urge to take out his frustration on Hoshina. He stood leaning against the wall and contemplated the other man, who gazed up at him in abject misery.
"Can you think of any deaths you didn't cause, but someone might still hold you responsible?" Sano asked.
Hoshina shook his head, then suddenly started as recollection hit him. "There was one man-a Miyako merchant named Naraya. About seven years ago I arrested his daughter for theft. She died in jail, awaiting trial. Some time later, I ran into Naraya in town. He said her death was my fault and he would make me pay. I'd forgotten about that. I probably wouldn't have remembered now, except that last year I heard Naraya had moved his business to Edo."
The merchant was a manufacturer and purveyor of soy sauce, Sano knew. He'd been unaware of a connection between Naraya and Hoshina, but had heard enough about Naraya to recognize that here at last was a candidate who fit his idea of the kidnapper.
"Naraya is one good suspect," Sano said. His mood lifted, and his success stimulated his own memory of an incident two years ago. "How about Kii Mataemon?"
"He attacked me with his sword during that argument in the palace," Hoshina said in a tone that spurned culpability. "The guards grabbed him before I had to fight him. It was his own fault that he died." Drawing a weapon in the palace was a crime punishable by death, and Mataemon-son of the daimyo Lord Kii-had been forced to commit ritual suicide. "But I suppose his clan might blame me."
Sano felt a spring of jubilation, for the Kii clan represented an even more promising lead than did the merchant. A stunned air came over Hoshina: He'd finally absorbed the fact that his enemies were responsible for the kidnapping and his troubles. During the whole conversation he'd stayed crouched in the same position, but now he sat flat on the floor, his legs extended. He gazed into the distance, like a man marooned on an island, watching a ship sail across the ocean to rescue him.
"I'll interrogate the Kii clan and the merchant Naraya," said Sano.
"Do it and rescue Lady Keisho-in before I go mad in here." Hoshina jumped to his feet and prowled the room, as if the hope of deliverance had unloosed a restless energy. He stalked to a window, grasped the bars, and stared outside. "I wish there were something I could do to save myself." A tortured cry burst from him: "I can't bear this idleness!"
Then his posture slumped, and Sano understood that affairs of the heart weighed as heavily upon Hoshina as did the threat of death. Sano felt compelled to offer solace, despite every bad deed Hoshina had done him.
"Chamberlain Yanagisawa didn't abandon you," Sano said.
Hoshina spat a gust of disbelief. "You don't see him breaking down the door to comfort or rescue me, do you? No-he's lost all concern for me."
"He told me to report to him after I talked to you," Sano said.
"He just wants to know what I told you that might help him find the shogun's mother." Contempt withered Hoshina's voice but didn't hide his grief. "He can't sully himself by associating with me, so he lets you do his dirty work. You'd better watch out that he doesn't steal the credit for everything you accomplish."
"He set us up for you to call in that favor and me to save your life," Sano said.
Hoshina turned, still holding the window bars. He regarded Sano as if he'd lost his mind, then gave a glum chuckle. "No. That's too devious even for the honorable chamberlain." Hoshina resumed gazing outside, his head and clenched hands black against the sunlight that streamed around him. "He cut me loose the moment he read the ransom letter."
Sano realized that in some ways he knew Yanagisawa better than Hoshina did. He also realized that trying to convince Hoshina that Yanagisawa hadn't forsaken him was a waste of time.
"I'll be going now," Sano said, then called the guards to unbar the door. "If Naraya or the Kii clan is involved in the kidnapping, I'll soon find out."
Before leaving the castle, Sano stopped at Chamberlain Yanagisawa's estate. The antechamber was crowded with officials who sat smoking and chatting while they waited to see the chamberlain. But a clerk hurried Sano past the other men and into the reception hall. There, Yanagisawa knelt on the dais. Secretaries held a
scroll open on a writing desk before him. Three black-robed officials, seated below the dais, watched him ink his jade seal and stamp the document. When Yanagisawa saw Sano standing at the threshold, he dismissed the secretaries and officials. He gestured for Sano to kneel near him.
"Did you learn anything useful from the honorable police commissioner?" Yanagisawa said.
Sano noticed that Yanagisawa didn't ask how Hoshina was. The chamberlain's businesslike manner indicated that he cared only whether Hoshina had provided clues to the kidnapper's identity. Perhaps Yanagisawa didn't want to display personal concern for Hoshina when someone might overhear, but Sano wondered if Yanagisawa had indeed abandoned Hoshina. Certainly, the way he referred to Hoshina by title instead of name indicated that he considered their relationship a thing of the past. Sano thought he must have misjudged Yanagisawa.
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