A Deadly Injustice (15 page)

‘Then something happened. I don't know what it was, but it must have shocked my mother-in-law. I thought she had been seeing another client, but suddenly she emerged from her counting house followed by Old Geng. She was clutching her throat, and I thought that Geng had attacked her. But then I saw it was the opposite. Geng was holding her shoulders and comforting her. That night, Madam called for me and told me she was to marry Old Geng, and I was to be wed to his son. She said it was our duty. I cried the whole night, and prayed that my
yun
– my luck – would change overnight. But
yun
moves as slowly as an oxcart's wheel, and the next morning nothing had changed. I was still betrothed to Wenbo, and Madam was set on marrying his father.'

‘I did then ask her about the poisoned broth, but her story was the same as when I first interrogated her. She made it for Madam Gao, and Old Geng took it off her before she could give it to her mother-in-law.'

I looked at Gurbesu.

‘Did it sound the same story? I mean, exactly the same?'

Gurbesu nodded, and her thick, black hair fell across her eyes. She swept it up with her palm, wedging it behind her ear.

‘Yes. It is a considered story, rather than consistent. But it sounds truthful, all the same.'

Lin had been silent for a long time. Now he spoke up, echoing the thought that was in my mind.

‘We have to investigate this incident after which Madam Gao completely changed her mind about marrying Geng. What was it, I wonder?'

Tadeusz, who, too, had kept quiet during Gurbesu recital of Jianxu's story, now entered the conversation.

‘I may be able to help you there. Among the debtors of Madam Gao was a physician called Sun. He disappeared around the time Gao agreed to marry Geng. By all accounts he was a poor doctor, who sometimes made his patients worse than they were when they went to him.' He paused. ‘He would of course have had aconite in his collection of cures.'

This was very interesting news to me. Was this the source of the poison that killed Geng?

‘Disappeared, you say? Doesn't anyone know of his whereabouts?'

Tadeusz waved a hand in the air and grimaced.

‘I have not so far been able to find anyone who does. But I shall not give up. And there is something else to say about Sun.'

‘What's that?'

‘They say he dabbled in alchemy too. It has not been proven, but two old men died quite soon after consulting him in their search for greater longevity.'

‘Cinnabar.'

It was Lin who offered a theory about this latest matter.

‘
Zhusha
– as we call cinnabar – can be roasted to turn it into quicksilver – mercury. It is thought that through ingesting this substance that immortality can be attained. But it is a deadly substance, and if Doctor Sun is as careless with mercury as he is with the herbs he prescribes, then I am not surprised if many have died at his hands. Tadeusz, my friend, you must find him, and bring him to us. He can no doubt tell us to whom he sold the poison. Or if he himself administered it.'

Pyka nodded his agreement to his task, asking just one question.

‘Are you then inclined to think that the girl is innocent, after all?'

Lin looked at me inquiringly. He was sticking to his role as recorder of information, leaving me to draw the conclusions from them. I looked back at him, not able to detect in his stare what he might think himself. I was on the spot, and even Gurbesu looked down at the ground when I included her in my stare. I was unsure, but Tadeusz deserved an answer. He had given us a lot of useful information.

‘There is a lot more to prove yet. But, if we had begun this investigation from scratch and Jianxu had not already been in prison, then yes, I would be inclined to think her innocent at this stage.'

The girl sat in her cell watching the sun descend over the hills. For a moment, the path to her cell door was imbued with a red glow. It was as though she was witnessing a trail of red blood flowing to her door. She smiled in triumph. The interview with the tall, dark-skinned woman had been very successful. She knew she had convinced the woman of her tragic life to date, and therefore of her probable innocence. Now the path that she once deemed unlucky had become one of lucky red blood – life's blood – that was flowing her way. Her
yun
cycle was in the ascendant, and she knew she would soon be free to do as she wished. Then along the blood path came a dark figure.

She knew it was Wenbo, because he came every day to see her. He was rather late this time, and she was anxious because she had much to say to him. But when she saw his eager, pinched face at the grille of her cell door, she knew everything would work out. Swiftly she told him what had happened that day, and told him what she would like done. He looked afraid, but determined, when he left soon afterwards. As the sun sank, and the path once again turned to grey, she breathed a great sigh of relief. For the first time, she fell asleep without feeling the sharp blade of the executioner's sword on her neck.

FOURTEEN

It is easy to dodge a spear that comes in front of you, but hard to keep out of harm's way from an arrow shot from behind
.

I
rose early the next morning because I had much to do. I told Lin that I would follow up the matter of the writer of the words in the play we had seen. Lin was still sure they had hinted at knowledge of the real murderer of Old Geng.

‘I keep recalling other lines from the play, but I don't know whether they were in the original or not.'

I was getting more uncertain about this by the day.

‘Such as?'

‘Well, one character said something like “get your monkshood, and your mountain fennel.” Monkshood is aconite by another name – the poison we are looking for. But I'm damned if I can remember if the original play referred to it or another way of killing. You see, just before that line the same character said, “who could have guessed behind the smile a dagger lay?” Why say that if the victim in the play was poisoned?'

‘I will go and find this P'ing-Yang Nu and settle your doubts for you. And I will do it right away.'

Lin clutched his chest in a way that suggested staying his beating heart.

‘Thank you, my demon. Remember, you are looking for a man with tattooed arms and legs.'

I left him once again seated at his low desk writing notes of all our actions to date. It had always been my intention to go into town this morning, but not to see someone from the players' troupe. I had arranged to meet the prefect, Li Wen-Tao, at the Temple of the Earth-Goddess. It was time for the first return on my investment. As I approached the temple, I noted with satisfaction two well-muscled young men emerging from the crowd and falling in step with me a few paces back. I had no worries about a physical encounter with the prefect, but who knows? If he chose to bring along a couple of heavies in order to foreclose on our deal, I would still be at a disadvantage. If he hadn't thought of it, well, my having arranged for two big bodyguards at my back would keep him in line. Hopefully, I was secure.

I could see that a steady stream of people were entering and leaving through the main doorway of the temple. Ducking through the archway myself, I peered into the gloom of the interior. Incense hung in dense sweet-smelling clouds, and I felt queasy from the cloying odour. Many visitors were going to the main altar, but there was also a long line of people at the altar to the god of lost and stolen items. A stoop-shouldered old woman was very busy, and I watched as she dealt with those at the head of the queue. She first listened to a wealthy looking merchant, who whispered in her ear and pressed an offering into her claw-like hand. She hobbled to the twin statues in the shrine and mumbled her prayers. The merchant was astounded to hear a voice come from the altar, no doubt telling him where to find his lost item. He was so impressed that he took another coin out of his sleeve and pressed it into the priestess's palm. As one happy client left in a hurry to find what was lost, an elderly couple approached the priestess. A similar scenario followed, with the old pair passing money over. The priestess prayed, but there was no voice from the god this time. Returning to her clients, she shook her head. Apparently no response had been forthcoming from the gods, but no doubt she would be advising them to return the next day. Perhaps by then she would have better news – if Li was playing his part. The next supplicant, a woman with a white-painted face, stepped forward. She and the old priestess whispered to each other.

I was aware of a movement behind me, and out of the corner of my eye saw the prefect's large form looming into sight. He saw who the priestess was talking to, and grinned.

‘She has good news for the courtesan. Her missing bolts of silk have revealed themselves to the gods. She is telling her where they are.'

As he told me this, I could see the courtesan handing over a big bundle of paper money. Then she hurried away. Li licked his lips.

‘There she goes to dig the bolts up from the embankment by the river, where Ho buried them. Let the old woman deal with the others in her queue first, and then I will take our share of the money.' He grinned broadly. ‘What a service we provide.'

We watched from the shadows as the line of supplicants dwindled. Several of them handed over paper money or gold coins as an offering to the gods. Clearly business was brisk, and I asked Li what he thought of the scheme.

‘Is it going that well already?'

He laughed at my expression of surprise, his vast belly wobbling under his finely embroidered robe.

‘It was a little quiet to begin with. So I decided I couldn't wait for Ho to rob someone, and then come tell me. I gave him a list of wealthy men and women and their property, and told him to get busy. There seems to be quite a crime wave developing in Pianfu now.' He grinned, his dark raisins of eyes disappearing in his fat cheeks. ‘But no one is complaining, for they get their goods back, and reward the gods accordingly.'

I told Li that I was full of admiration for his astonishing enterprise.

‘Why did I not think of that?'

He sneered and shrugged his shoulders, acknowledging his superiority over the barbarian. The queue had dispersed so we went over and Li extracted his commission from the priestess. She hissed her disapproval and gave me a piercing look. But in return for the money, Li gave her a paper with some more information on it. No doubt the couple who had been told to come back tomorrow would find the gods had answered their prayers. Li turned to me, for the first time aware of the two well-built young men hovering in the background. He gave me a fearful look, perhaps thinking I was going to take all his profits. I smiled reassuringly.

‘Just a little insurance policy, Master Li. Say hello to Dao and Yun.'

Li grinned nervously and peeled off some notes, pressing them in my hand. I secreted them in my purse, and walked jauntily out of the temple. Looking back I saw that my bodyguards were no longer following. Well, I did not have need of them now. Turning to my right, I started towards the theatre, and my hoped-for meeting with P'ing-Yang Nu.

The theatre seemed very quiet – even the entrance arch was unoccupied. Normally the stentorian-voiced barker sat there urging people to enter when there was a show to promote, and then taking the money. Today he was nowhere in sight. I walked through into the arena, seeking someone who could tell me where P'ing-Yang Nu was to be found. On the stage, which in full daylight looked dowdy and worn, a couple of actors were practising acrobatic moves. One man swung a punch at the other, and he lurched backwards even though the fist had not touched him and performed a somersault. He did it badly, falling on one knee. He clutched his leg, crying out in pain. The first man called out in derision and the other stumbled back to his place. They squared up to practise the move again, ignoring me as I climbed the steps to the platform on which they were working out their routine. Striding over to them, I could smell the stale sweat on their bodies. The blow was flung again, and the recipient performed another somersault. He landed hard on his backside this time, and the other one laughed. The one on the floor looked up at me, acknowledging my presence for the first time. I tried my best to look stern, though I'm sure he could put on a much more convincing scowl than I could. Unless his acting was as bad as his acrobatics, that is.

‘P'ing-Yang Nu?'

The actor cocked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the backcloth. The man I sought was obviously backstage somewhere. I thanked him, and stuck a hand out to help him get up from his embarrassing position on the tiled floor of the stage. He refused it, bounding to his feet as though unhurt. I did notice he walked away with a limp, however. I pulled the edge of the painted cloth aside and stepped into the gloom behind it. The smell of men's sweat was even stronger here, laced with another familiar but elusive smell. I took a step forward in the dark, and my foot slid on the tiles. They were wet and sticky. The odour in my nostrils identified itself. It was like the smell of an abattoir. Or a battlefield.

I dragged the backcloth to one side to let more light into this gloomy place. The first thing I saw was a naked leg. It had red and green dragons tattooed all along it. Cautiously taking a step closer, I saw another leg similarly covered in dragon designs. Then the whole body became apparent. It was clad only in a loincloth, and not only were the legs tattooed, the back and arms were covered with dragons too. It was impossible to see if the chest had its adornment also. P'ing-Yang Nu was lying face down in a dark, glistening pool of his own blood.

Together with the prefect, Lin and I examined the body. It now lay on a trestle in a makeshift morgue close to the main square. It would seem that scant attention was paid to the details of a death in Pianfu. It was enough for Li Wen-Tao to know that the man was dead. And that was an obvious deduction from the state of the body. When Nu had been turned over by the funerary attendants, his guts had spilled out. Li, who was in attendance by then, having been fetched by me from the temple complex next door, turned away and vomited his last meal out on the theatre tiles. Now he stood at a good distance from the body, avoiding looking on the mess. Lin and I, on the other hand, were eager to look more closely. I wished Masudi al-Din were here, because I had learned a lot about Geng's death from his meticulous autopsy. Even though I never saw that body, the Arab's written report was quite illuminating. Li had no intention of being so meticulous, especially with a dead travelling actor of no importance. It had been all we could do to get permission to examine the body before the prefect disposed of it.