Yam.
I went to Li Wen-Tao’s house via the theatre because I had to settle a little business there first. It occurred to me at the time to check on the person who had inserted the lines in the play the previous night — the words that had so concerned Lin. But I didn’t have the opportunity as a rehearsal was beginning. I would have to leave it for later, perhaps. For now, the business in hand was with the prefect.
Fat Li was still in the same position as when I had last seen him. In fact he looked fatter, and more food was being conveyed to his mouth with those little chopsticks. He paused long enough though to cast a greedy eye over my satchel. The last time he had seen it, it was stuffed with money. He had to do something for me first before I opened it up again, so I reminded him of our previous conversation.
‘Ho — the thief you mentioned. Have you come across him again? Have his light-fingered ways caused him to appear before your court?’
Li grinned, and some rice slid from his lips and down his chin.
‘It’s odd you should say that. He is awaiting my justice right now, having been found with stolen goods in his possession. A valuable vase and a bead necklace reported stolen from a middle-ranking official. I shall be very brutal with Ho this time.’
I lifted a hand to stay the course of his justice.
‘I have another suggestion. Will you let him off with a warning, and have him secrete his ill-gotten gains somewhere where they can be found?’
Li narrowed his eyes, and looked baffled.
‘Why would I do that?’
I know I had him hooked, and I began to reel him in.
‘I noticed that the Temple of the Earth-Goddess in the square has a shrine to the god of lost possessions. I understand that people who have lost something or have had something stolen go to the priest or priestess and ask them for help with the god who is in residence to have their items restored to them.’
Li was still unclear where I was taking him, but he could sense something profitable at the end of all this, just as I had. I went on.
‘It occurred to me that if, say, the old priestess knew where Ho has hidden the items he has stolen, then she could tell the owners, who will be most grateful to the god. They will reward the god through the old woman.’
‘They will indeed. But what benefit is that to us?’
I had him for sure. He was looking for the scam already.
‘If Ho told you where the goods were, and you told the old woman, then she would feel obliged to share her spoils with you. As for me, I would only want a small amount for suggesting this to you. And by way of sealing our deal, I could… deposit some of my paper money with you.’
It put my hand in the satchel, and produced a bundle of black notes with the seals of reputable men. Li’s eyes widened. He made to take the money, but I held my hand over the top of it.
‘Of course, this is not a one-off deal. If any other thefts should come your way, we could make the same arrangements. As and when they happened.’
Li nodded eagerly, and I lifted my hand off the money. It disappeared as if by magic up his long and voluminous sleeve. My little moneymaking scheme was under way.
Lin seemed preoccupied when I got back to the house we were quartered in, and he called me into the room he had taken over as his private office. Papers lay scattered around in a way I had not seen before. Lin was usually so neat and meticulous. He saw me looking at the mess and apologized.
‘I have been busy this afternoon, and haven’t had time to get things straight. Let me call Po Ku and he can sort my papers out as we speak.’
He disappeared for a moment and when he returned the rangy Po Ku was following him. With some simple instructions from Lin, the youth began collecting the scattered documents. I was surprised Lin trusted him to understand the order in which they needed to be arranged, but he seemed to be satisfied Po Ku was doing as requested. He turned to me, a grim smile on his soft, oval face.
‘After I had finished making notes of our progress so far, I went to the actors’ theatre in the square.’
For a moment my heart sank. Had Lin divined the reason for my clandestine visit there? If he had, it would complicate matters no end. But to my relief he made no mention of my having been to see the troupe myself.
‘I wanted to speak to whoever had rewritten the words for the play we saw. There seemed to be so many veiled hints in the script, I was sure it had been intended that we heard them and investigated. I tried to speak to Tien-jan Hsiu, but he was rehearsing Guan’s play with most of the rest of the acting crew. I did manage to speak with the ticket-seller, but he could only tell me that the manager of the troupe was responsible for the scripts of the older plays. He goes by the stage name of P’ing-Yang Nu — slave from P’ing-Yang — and was playing the part of the executioner in Guan’s play. He too was onstage, therefore. I stood and watched for a while, having been told the man I wanted was the one with tattoos all over his arms and legs. He looked my way a couple of times, but wouldn’t come offstage. Then, when the rehearsal finished, he must have slipped away behind the shen-cheng — the backcloth — because Tien-jan came over to talk to me. And when I looked for Nu he was nowhere to be seen.’
‘A guilty conscience?’
‘Or fearful of going any further than he has done. Letting the words he wanted us to hear be spoken in public but understood only by us was clever. But it suggests he is afraid of being seen to speak directly to us. Never mind, we will find him. And when we do, he will have to tell us what he knows.’
I wasn’t so optimistic.
‘How can you be sure he knows anything? Could it not be merely coincidence, and you are reading too much into the lines you heard?’
Lin’s face hardened in a way I had not seen before. This case and its possible consequences were beginning to tell on him.
‘No. I am sure he knows more. You see, I checked some old posters I saw in the street. They had been partially torn down, or new ones had been pasted over them. But I could read enough of the posters to know that the troupe had been performing in Pianfu right at the time of Old Geng’s death.’ He looked triumphantly at me. ‘It proves they were here when the old man was murdered. Nu could have been seeking a loan — acting troupes are notoriously short of cash and need loans — so, at the very least, he could have seen something. He could have seen who the real murderer was, and not realized it until their return this time round.’
THIRTEEN
Lin and I kept our information about the theatrical troupe to ourselves for the time being. Not that there was much to divulge at the moment. But Gurbesu had returned, and needed to tell us all she had learned from Jianxu. As soon as she came through the door, we knew she had much to tell. Her eyes were bright, and her words flowed out like flood water down the Hwang-Ho river.
‘Jianxu has told me about when she and her mother-in-law went to live with Old Geng. It is a quite unbelievable story, except for one thing. I believe every word of what she said. In fact her whole life story is exceptional. Oh, where to begin.’
I took her arm and made her sit down. Then I gave her a cup of the local wine to calm her.
‘Take a deep draught, then a deep breath, and begin at the beginning. That is what we said we needed to do with this case. We have been dodging around picking up titbits here and there too much. We need the full picture. Start with how Jianxu came to be in the Gao household in the first place.’
Gurbesu looked from me to Lin and then to Pyka, who had come in just before the whirlwind that was Gurbesu had taken over.
‘You won’t believe me.’
Jianxu had obviously been patiently awaiting Gurbesu’s return for a long time. As she walked towards the prison along the long approach road, Gurbesu could see the pale face of the girl set against the darkness inside her
