the young master. They don't stay longer there than a few months on end.'
'Describe the members of the household!', the judge ordered.
'The General's First Lady died some years ago and now the Second Lady directs the household. She is in continual fear lest the others shouldn't treat her with sufficient respect and she is not an easy mistress to work for. The Third Lady is quite an uneducated person, fat and lazy, but not hard to please. The Fourth Lady is very young; the General acquired her here in Lan-fang. I suppose that she is of the kind that men find attractive. But while she was dressing this morning I noticed that she has an ugly mole on her left breast. She spends the greater part of the day in front of her mirror, if she is not trying to wangle some money from the Second Lady.
Young Master Ding lives with his wife in a small, separate courtyard. They have no children. She is not very good-looking and a few years older than her husband. But they say that she is quite accomplished and has read many books. The young master has occasionally brought up the question of taking a second wife, but she would never allow it. He now tries to make up to the young maidservants but without much success. Nobody likes to work in that household and the maids don't care whether they offend the young master or not.
This morning when I was cleaning young Master Ding's room, I rummaged a bit in his private papers.'
'That was not what I ordered you', the judge remarked dryly.
Fang gave his daughter an angry look.
Dark Orchid blushed and went on quickly:
'I found in the back of a drawer a package of poems and letters written by young Master Ding. The literary style was too difficult for me, but I gathered from the few sentences I was able to understand that the contents are very peculiar. I brought the package with me to show to Your Honour.'
As she spoke she put her slender hand in her sleeve and took out a bundle of papers. She handed them to the judge with a respectful bow.
Judge Dee shot a quizzical look at the indignant Fang, then rapidly glanced through the papers.
He put them down and said:
'These poems speak of a forbidden love affair, and in such a passionate language that it is all to the good that you could not understand them. The letters are of similar content, and all signed 'Your slave Ding'; Apparently young Ding wrote them to give vent to his passion, for they were apparently never sent to their destination.'
'The young master would hardly have written such things for the blue-stocking that his wife is!', Dark Orchid remarked.
Her father soundly boxed her ears, shouting:
'Don't you dare to speak if you are not asked to, you forward hussy!' Turning to the judge he added apologetically: 'It is all because my good wife is not there to educate her, Your Honour!'
Judge Dee smiled.
'When we are through with this murder case, Headman' he said, 'I shall arrange a suitable marriage for your daughter. There is nothing better for a wayward young girl than to settle down to the regular household routine.'
Fang respectfully thanked the judge. Dark Orchid looked furious but she did not dare to speak.
Tapping the package with his forefinger, Judge Dee said:
'I shall have these copied out immediately. This afternoon you will put back the originals where you found them. You did not do badly, young woman! Keep your ears and eyes open, but be careful not to pry into closed drawers and cupboards. Report again to me tomorrow.'
As Fang and his daughter took their leave, the judge had Tao Gan called in.
'I have here a collection of letters and poems', he said. 'You will copy them out carefully and try to deduce from all these passionate effusions some clue as to the identity of the lady to whom they are addressed.'
Tao Gan glanced the poems through. His eyebrows shot up.
YOO KEE WELCOMES JUDGE DEE TO HIS MANSION
Thirteenth Chapter
The judge went to Yoo Kee's mansion accompanied only by Sergeant Hoong and four constables.
As his palanquin was being carried over the ornamental marble bridge he looked with appreciation at the nine-storied pagoda that rose up from the lotus lake on left.
Then they turned west and followed the river till they came to the deserted southwest corner of the city.
Yoo Kee's mansion stood apart on a stretch of waste-land. The judge noted that it was surrounded by quite a formidable wall. He reflected that this property was near the Watergate; people would like to have solid houses here in case of raids on the city by the barbarians from over the river.
As soon as the sergeant had knocked on the main gate the double doors swung open. Two doorkeepers bowed deeply while Judge Dee's palanquin was carried into the main courtyard.
When the judge descended a plump man of medium height hurriedly came down the steps of the reception hall. He had a large, round face with a short, pointed moustache. His small eyes darted to and fro under thin eyebrows, matching his quick movements and his hurried speech.
Bowing respectfully he said:
'This person is the landowner Yoo Kee. Your Excellency's visit is a signal honour for my poor hovel. Please deign to enter!'
Yoo Kee led the judge up the stairs and through the high door of the reception hall. He offered his guest the seat of honour in front of the large, altar-like table against the back wall.
Judge Dee saw at a glance that the hall was furnished in a quiet, refined style. He assumed that the solid antique chairs and tables, and the fine paintings on the walls came from the collection of old Governor Yoo.
While a servant was pouring out the tea in a set of choice antique porcelain, the judge began:
'I have made it a habit always to visit the prominent citizens of the district where I am appointed magistrate. In your case this is all the more pleasant since I had been looking forward to meeting the son of so distinguished a statesman as the late Governor Yoo Shou-chien.'
Yoo Kee jumped from his chair. He bowed quickly three times in succession before the judge. As he sat down again he rattled on:
'Ten thousand thanks for Your Honour's kind words! Yes, my late father was a most remarkable man, most remarkable indeed! How unfortunate that this person is so unworthy a son of so great a father! Alas, real talent is bestowed by Heaven. It can be further cultivated through assiduous study. If, however, as in my own case, Your Honour, the foundation is not there, study from morning till night will be of no avail. But I hope I can claim at least that I realize my own limitations. I am not a gifted man, Your Honour, therefore I never dared to aspire to any high office. I merely pass my days quietly, supervising my houses and my land!'
He smiled ingratiatingly, rubbing his plump hands. Judge Dee opened his mouth to speak but Yoo Kee went on:
'I am ashamed that I am so unworthy of conversing with a man of Your Honours' learning. Most vexing, for I feel immensely honoured that so famous a magistrate condescends to visit my poor house. I humbly congratulate Your Honour on the quick arrest of that scoundrel Chien Mow. What a brilliant achievement! Former magistrates here just submitted to Chien. Most regrettable! I well remember that my revered father often commented unfavourably on the low moral standard of the younger officials. Ahem, Your Honour is of course an exception. I mean to say, as is well known…'
Yoo Kee hesitated a moment. Judge Dee quickly interrupted:
'The late Governor must have left you quite some property.'
'Yes indeed!', the other replied, 'and what a misfortune that I am so stupid! It takes practically all my time to look after the administration of the land. And the tenants, Your Honour, the tenants! Quite honest people of course,
