stables. Hirata invited the carpenter to sit, and served him tea.
“Tell me about your wife,” Hirata said gently.
The carpenter clutched his tea bowl in both hands and drank thirstily, as if drawing sustenance from the hot liquid. Then he spoke with sorrowful nostalgia: “Chie and I have been married twelve years. We have two sons. My business has prospered. Chie had learned the art of healing from her mother, and she earned money by treating sick neighbors. We were very happy together. But four years ago, everything changed.”
Grief twisted his face. Hirata poured him more tea. He gulped it, then said, “Nuns from the Black Lotus Temple came to our street. They said that their high priest could show us the path to enlightenment and invited us to the temple. I was too busy working, but Chie went. And she came home a different person. She went back to the temple again and again. At home, she spent hours chanting. She stopped keeping house. She ignored the children. She wouldn’t let me touch her. I begged her to tell me why she was acting so strangely, but she wouldn’t talk. I scolded her and ordered her to do her duty as a wife and mother. I forbade her to leave the house.
“One night, she ran away. She took all our money. I knew she’d gone to the Black Lotus Temple.” The carpenter explained sadly, “It had happened in other families, you see. The high priest would cast a spell over people, and they’d forsake everything to join him. He would steal their souls and all their worldly property.”
“And you just let your wife go? For four years you did nothing?” Hirata couldn’t believe this.
“I tried my best to get Chie back!” The carpenter’s eyes blazed with his eagerness to convince; his words rushed forth: “I asked the neighborhood headman and the police for help, but they said there was nothing they could do. I went to the temple and begged Chie to come home. She refused. The priests told me to stay away. But I went back the very next day, with the children. Chie wouldn’t even look at them. The priests chased us out. I vowed never to give up, but then…”
Despair quenched the carpenter’s animation. “Bad things started happening. My brother fell off the roof of a house we were building and broke his leg. Later, some thugs beat me up. Then there was a fire in a cloth shop where I was doing repairs. It burned all the goods, and I had to pay for the damage. I borrowed from a moneylender and went deeply into debt.
“Soon afterward, a Black Lotus priest came to my house. He said my bad luck was caused by a spell that the high priest had cast upon the enemies of the sect. If I didn’t stay away from the temple, worse misfortunes would befall me. I’d heard of the same thing happening to other people who tried to get relatives out of the temple. I couldn’t risk my family’s safety or livelihood. So…”
A ragged sigh issued from the carpenter. “I let Chie go. I hoped she would someday regain her senses and the sect would lose its power over her. But now my hope is gone. I’ll never see my wife again in this world.”
Hirata contemplated what he’d just heard. Assuming that the carpenter was telling the truth, how did this scenario relate to the murders? While the superstitious part of Hirata believed in magic spells, the policeman in him thought it more likely that human hands had caused the carpenter’s troubles. The Black Lotus must have sent members to menace people who interfered with their business. They used violence and fire as weapons. Perhaps they’d strangled Chie and tried to burn her body in the cottage; but if so, then why?
He posed the question to the carpenter, who said, “I don’t know. My Chie was a good, kind woman who loved helping people and would never have hurt anyone. But maybe she changed during those four years at the temple. Maybe she made enemies.”
Hirata wondered whether these might include an orphan girl named Haru. Thinking of the two other victims, he said, “Did your wife know Police Commander Oyama, the man whose body was found in the fire?”
“If she did, she must have met him after she ran away, because I’ve never heard of him before.”
“Have you any idea who the dead child was? You said that you and your wife have sons…?”
“Chie left both our sons behind. So the dead child isn’t ours. I don’t know who it is.” The carpenter bowed his head over his empty tea bowl. “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”
“You’ve been a tremendous help,” Hirata said. The carpenter had put a name to the mystery woman, and he’d also identified her as a Black Lotus member, known to the priests and nuns who’d denied knowing her and claimed that no one was missing from the temple. Surely their lies and their dark reputation implicated them in the murders.
Hirata wrote down the carpenter’s name and the location of his home. “I’ll do my best to deliver your wife’s killer to justice,” he promised, then escorted the man out through the reception room.
The crowd hadn’t diminished at all. Ascending the platform, Hirata braced himself for more tales of woe. He had an uneasy feeling that the fire and murders represented a tiny part of a larger evil. Almost certainly, the case involved much more than a troublesome orphan girl.
12
The Law of the Black Lotus
Is of a single flavor.
All beings, regardless of origin or nature,
Can gain the fruits of its truth.
– FROM THE BLACK LOTUS SUTRA
In the Hibiya administrative district, located south of Edo Castle, Reiko and Haru disembarked from the palanquin into thin, cold rain. An attendant held an umbrella over them while they hurried to the roofed gate of one of the walled estates that lined the street. Reiko exchanged friendly greetings with the sentries, but Haru eyed them fearfully and hung back.
“Don’t be afraid.” Reiko put a reassuring arm around the girl. “You’re among friends here.”
Accompanied by the attendant with the umbrella, she propelled Haru through the wet courtyard. There a crowd of police and shackled prisoners huddled under the eaves of the guardhouse. Haru shrank against Reiko. They entered the low, half-timbered mansion. A maid greeted them in the entryway and helped them remove their cloaks and shoes.
“Where is my father?” Reiko asked the maid.
“In his private office, Honorable Lady.”
Reiko led Haru down the angled corridor, past chambers where clerks worked at writing desks. She knocked on a door.
A deep, masculine voice called, “Enter!”
Sliding open the door, Reiko stepped inside a chamber lined with shelves and cabinets full of books, ledgers, and scrolls, pulling Haru after her. They knelt and bowed to the man seated behind a desk on a low platform.
“Good afternoon, Honorable Father,” Reiko said. “Please excuse me for interrupting your work, but I’ve brought you a visitor. We have urgent business to discuss with you.”
Magistrate Ueda, one of two officials responsible for settling disputes among citizens, conducting trials of criminals, overseeing the police force, and maintaining order in Edo, laid down his writing brush. He was a stout, middle-aged samurai with heavy-lidded eyes and a ruddy complexion, dressed in formal black silk kimono.
“What a pleasant surprise to see you, Daughter,” he said, regarding Reiko with affection. “I’m eager to make your friend’s acquaintance.”
Reiko introduced Haru. The girl kept her head bowed and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She whispered,”It’s a privilege to meet you, Honorable Magistrate.”
When Reiko explained who Haru was, a slight frown marred Magistrate Ueda’s genial expression. Undaunted, Reiko said, “Haru needs a safe place to stay, so I brought her here. I hope you’ll agree to take her in.”
For a moment Magistrate Ueda contemplated Reiko in thoughtful silence. Then he turned to Haru. “Certainly you must accept my hospitality while you rest after your journey.” His voice, while gentle, lacked warmth. “May I offer you refreshment?”
“Thank you, Honorable Magistrate, but I’ve already eaten.” Haru mumbled the polite, conventional reply.
“But I insist.” The magistrate summoned a maid, to whom he said, “Take my guest into the parlor and serve her some tea.”
