He made as if he hesitated for a moment. When Chiao Tai lifted his hand and slowly smoothed his moustache, Ma Joong turned round and made a detour behind the stone tablet.
As soon as he was safely under the dark arch of the Drum Tower the Uigur joined him.
'Did you see that bastard leaning against the stone tablet?', Ma Joong whispered excitedly. 'That is an officer of the tribunal!'
'So I saw', the other said dryly. 'Hurry up!'
Ma Joong climbed the stairway to the second floor. He waited till the Uigur had come up too. Pointing to the broken seal on the gate Ma Joong said:
'Look! That is where my friend went up!'
The Uigur pulled his knife from the sheath. He ran his thumb along its hair-sharp blade.
'Climb up!', he ordered.
Ma Joong shrugged his shoulders resignedly. Slowly he ascended the narrow ladder, the Uigur following behind.
As Ma Joong had his shoulders through the floor opening he exclaimed:
'Well, well! The lazy dog is sleeping!'
So speaking he quickly went up the last steps. Pointing at the drum he said:
'Look at the fellow!'
The Uigur came up quickly.
When his head was on a level with the floor Ma Joong suddenly gave him a fearful kick right in the face.
With a gasp the Uigur fell down the steep ladder.
Ma Joong let himself slide down as fast as he could. At the bottom of the step ladder he could just dodge a vicious knife thrust. The Uigur was lying on the floor leaning on his left arm. Apparently he had broken a leg, and blood gushed from a nasty gash on his shaven head. But his eyes shone with a green light and he held his knife in a firm grip.
Ma Joong decided there was no time, for the finer points. He quickly stepped behind the other. Before the Uigur could scramble round, Ma Joong had placed a kick. The Uigur's head crashed against the side of the ladder. The knife clattered to the floor. He lay quite still.
Ma Joong picked the knife up and put it in his girdle. Then he bound the Uigur's hands behind his back. He felt the other's leg; it seemed broken in more than one place.
Ma Joong went down. He left the tower and strolled nonchalantly out into the market place, heading for the stone tablet.
As he was about to pass in front of the tablet Chiao Tai stepped forward.
'Halt!', he shouted and gripped Ma Joong's arm.
Ma Joong shook his arm free and gave Chiao Tai a sullen look.
'Keep your dirty hands off me, you dogshead!', he barked.
'I am an officer of the tribunal', Chiao Tai said curtly. 'I am sure that His Excellency the Judge would like to ask you a few questions, my man!'
'Me?', Ma Joong exclaimed indignantly, 'I am an honest citizen, Constable!'
A crowd of idlers had gathered round them, eagerly following this incident.
'Will you come along, or must I knock you down first?', Chiao Tai asked threateningly.
'Shall we let ourselves be bullied by these running-dogs of the tribunal?', Ma Joong asked the crowd.
He noticed to his secret satisfaction that no one made a move.
Ma Joong shrugged his shoulders.
'All right', he said, 'the tribunal has nothing on me!'
Chiao Tai bound his hands on his back.
Ma Joong turned round.
'Listen', he said, 'I have a sick friend. Let me give that flour-cake peddler here a few coppers to take some food to him. The man cannot move!'
'Where is that fellow?', Chiao Tai asked.
Ma Joong hesitated a while. Then he said reluctantly:
'Well, to tell you the truth, last night he went up the Drum Tower over there to enjoy the fresh air. He fell down the steps and broke his leg. He is lying now on the second floor.'
The crowd guffawed.
'I think', Chiao Tai said, 'that the tribunal would like to see that patient of yours!' Turning to the crowd he added: 'Let someone run to the warden and call him here with four men, a stretcher and a few old blankets!'
Soon the warden came running along with four sturdy fellows carrying bamboo poles.
'Warden, look after this ruffian!', Chiao Tai ordered.
He beckoned two of the men and went to the Drum Tower.
Chiao Tai climbed the stairs with the blankets over his shoulder. The Uigur was still unconscious. Chiao Tai quickly pasted a piece of oil paper over his mouth. Then he rolled him in one of the blankets and wrapped the other round the Uigur's head and shoulders. He called down the stairs. The warden's men came up to carry the limp form down.
The Uigur was laid on the improvised stretcher. The procession set out for the tribunal, Chiao Tai leading the way dragging Ma Joong along.
They entered by the side gate. As soon as they were inside Chiao Tai said to the warden:
'Put the stretcher down here. You and your men can go!'
As Chiao Tai locked the gate behind them Ma Joong slipped his hands out of the loose ropes. Together with Chiao Tai he carried the stretcher to the jail. They laid the Uigur on the couch in a small cell.
While Ma Joong bandaged the wounded man's head, Chiao Tai cut open his baggy trousers and attached a rough splint to the broken leg.
Ma Joong hurried out to report to the judge.
Chiao Tai locked the door of the cell. He then stood with his back to the door. When the warden of the jail came along, Chiao Tai told him that he had caught a violent ruffian; he would inquire his name as soon as he had calmed down.
Judge Dee's private office was empty but for Tao Gan, who sat dozing in a corner.
Ma Joong shook him awake and asked excitedly:
'Where is His Excellency?'
Tao Gan looked up.
'The judge went out with Sergeant Hoong shortly after you and Chiao Tai had left', he replied testily. 'What is all the excitement? Did you catch that Uigur fellow?'
'Better than that', Ma Joong said proudly, 'we caught the murderer of Magistrate Pan!'
'That will cost you a round of wine tonight, brother!', Tao Gan said contentedly. 'Well, His Excellency ordered me to go and invite Yoo Kee to visit the tribunal later this afternoon. I suppose that the judge wants to question him about the death of the old caretaker of the country mansion and his wife. I had better be off!'
Nineteenth Chapter
After Ma Joong and Chiao Tai had left, Judge Dee took a paper from the pile on the desk. He looked at it but did not seem to absorb its contents.
Sergeant Hoong knew that the judge was worried.
Judge Dee impatiently threw down the document. He said:
'I don't mind telling you, Sergeant, that if Ma Joong and Chiao Tai do not succeed in catching that man, we shall find ourselves in a most dangerous position!'
'They have done more difficult jobs than that, Your Honour!', the sergeant said reassuringly.
