Alarmed, Sano rode to Nihonbashi immediately with Hirata and a squadron of detectives. Crashing noises and angry shouts rang out over the rooftops. Peasants fled the area, while mounted troops galloped toward the site of the unrest. Smoke billowed into the blue sky. Arriving in a neighborhood of carpentry workshops, Sano watched from astride his horse as male commoners wielded clubs, iron poles, and shafts of lumber against saffron-robed priests. The priests defended themselves with staffs or bare hands. Shrieking housewives beat brooms on the backs of nuns.
"Down with the Black Lotus!" shouted the commoners.
An answering refrain arose from the priests, nuns, and an army of peasant followers who fought back: "Praise the glory of the Black Lotus! Stop the persecution of innocents!"
Cries of, "Thugs! Criminals! Murderers!" came from both sides.
The narrow streets were a dense maelstrom of darting, swinging figures. Children and old folk stood on balconies, hurling rocks on priests. Doshin waded through the mob, separating combatants and herding them away. Flames and smoke poured from a storefront. The fire brigade threw buckets of water on the blaze.
"Merciful gods," Hirata said. "This will destroy the city if it doesn't stop soon."
Near Sano, a mounted, armor-clad police commander yelled orders to his men. Sano recognized him as a former colleague. "Yoriki Fukida," he called. "How did this happen?"
The commander turned, shouting, "When the nuns and priests came begging in the neighborhood this morning, some carpenters attacked them. The fight turned into a mass brawl. The crowd set fire to the Black Lotus's building."
"Where are the carpenters now?"
"Over there." The commander pointed down the street.
Sano led his party in the direction indicated. Outside the gate at the intersection, a doshin and assistants stood guard over four dirty, bruised men who lay on the ground, their wrists and ankles shackled. Sano and Hirata dismounted. As Hirata looked the prisoners over, his gaze settled on one with down-turned eyes and mouth.
"Jiro-san," he said in surprised recognition. "You started the brawl?" The man groaned. Hirata said to Sano, "He's the husband of the murdered woman Chie."
Walking up to the carpenter, Sano smelled a strong odor of alcohol: Jiro was drunk. "Why did you attack the nuns and priests?" Sano said.
Took my wife," Jiro mumbled. "Killed her."
"What about the rest of you?" Hirata asked the other prisoners.
"The Black Lotus took my wife, too!"
"They kidnapped my son!"
"And my daughter!"
More interrogation revealed that hostility toward the sect had been growing worse in the area, and Jiro's attack had ignited a volatile situation.
"I understand your problems, but you shouldn't have taken the law into your own hands," Sano said.
"]iro-san, your wife's death will be avenged," Hirata said, "as soon as we determine who's responsible."
Sano believed he already had. If he'd arrested Haru sooner, she might have already been punished, and perhaps the riot wouldn't have occurred. He accepted a measure of culpability for the violence. However, new doubt shook Sano's certainty that Haru was guilty. That so many people hated the Black Lotus suggested that the sect could indeed be responsible for the murders and arson, as well as kidnappings and torture. For the first time, Sano wondered if Reiko might possibly be right. Hearing Minister Fugatami's report on the Black Lotus might prove crucial to his investigation and not just a favor to Reiko. However, the meeting was several hours away, and he must address the problem caused by his failure to solve the case quickly enough.
"Let's go help break up the riot," he told Hirata and the detectives.
By the time the riot was quelled and Sano reached Edo Castle, the Council of Elders had already convened. He entered the chamber where the five officials sat on the dais and their secretaries knelt at desks by the window.
"My apologies for arriving late," Sano said. Kneeling on the floor before the dais, he bowed.
"This is a private session. You were not scheduled to attend." Senior Elder Makino frowned in disapproval from his place at the center of the dais. "Why are you here?"
"The Honorable Minister of Temples and Shrines invited me," Sano said. Minister Fugatami must have neglected to tell the elders, so they thought Sano was intruding on their meeting. He deplored the gross impropriety he'd inadvertently committed. Where was the minister, anyway? Sano felt extreme annoyance at Fugatami, and at Reiko for getting him into this situation.
"So you are now a comrade of the honorable minister?" Disdain wrinkled Makino's emaciated face. The other elders looked concerned.
"He's a potential witness in my investigation," Sano clarified. Just as he'd feared, his presence signaled that he'd allied himself with a man of shaky reputation, a disadvantage that Makino meant to use against him. "I've come to hear his report on the Black Lotus."
"Are you joining his crusade against the sect?" asked Elder Ohgami Kaoru, usually a supporter of Sano. His manner was cool, as though he wished everyone to forget about their alliance.
"Not at all," Sano said, grimly aware that his name was now linked with Minister Fugatami's, and relationships within the bahufu weren't so easily dissolved as Ohgami hoped. "I only want to collect facts from him that may be relevant to my case."
"Well, I fear that you shall be disappointed," Makino said. "We granted Minister Fugatami this meeting he requested, and he has failed to appear."
Dismay struck Sano. Standing up the Council of Elders was a serious breach of courtesy and protocol. "Has the honorable minister sent an explanation?" Sano said.
"He has not," said Makino, and his colleagues fixed disapproving stares on Sano.
"This is an inconvenience to us all," Sano said, vexed at Fugatami for leaving him to take the brunt of the council's ire. The next time Sano asked cooperation from the elders, they would remember this.
"Since you're here, you might as well report on the progress of your investigation," said Makino.
The last thing Sano wanted was to offer up his work for judgment while the elders were in a bad temper, yet he had no choice but to obey. He described his findings, then said, "Yesterday I arrested the girl Haru."
"And it took you how long to make this arrest which you should have made immediately? Four days?" Scorn twisted Makino's voice. "The girl is obviously guilty, yet you've dawdled so much that I think you are more interested in favoring criminals than in upholding the law."
That Makino thought he favored Haru, whom he disliked and believed to be guilty! "In the case of a serious crime, it's important to do a thorough investigation before accusing anyone," Sano said, bristling at the insult to his honor. "And thorough investigations take time."
"You've taken enough time for civil unrest to arise," said Makino. Obviously, he knew about the riot, and blamed Sano for it. "When is the girl's trial?"
"It will be scheduled as soon as I've cleared up a few last details," Sano said.
The elders' faces reflected severe disapproval: The bakufu preferred arrests to be quickly followed by punishment. "I presume that those details include Minister Fugatami's findings on the Black Lotus sect," Makino said, disgusted. "Well, that explains the new alliance between you and the honorable minister. He is using you to further his own purposes, while you use him as an excuse to delay justice."
,- "Justice shouldn't be dispensed without certainty of a suspect's guilt," Sano said, avoiding further discussion about Minister Fugatami. The man's findings had better be genuine and worthwhile to justify the trouble he'd caused Sano. He only hoped Reiko would appreciate his effort to placate her at the expense of his standing with the Council of Elders.
"Minister Fugatami has repeatedly failed to provide any proof of crimes committed by the Black Lotus," Makino said. "His fanatical campaign against the sect has angered its followers within the bakufu and offended many other officials. There's a definite possibility that a new minister of temples will soon be appointe
d."
Makino's meaningful look at Sano clearly implied that when Fugatami went down, Sano would too.
"Now I believe that we've waited long enough for Minister Fugatami," said Makino. "This session is adjourned. Sosakan-sama, you are dismissed." As Sano bowed in farewell, Makino added, "We do not appreciate people who abuse their authority or waste our time."
"Throw the ball to me, Masahiro-chan," Reiko called.
The little boy toddled across the garden, holding the stuffed cloth ball over his head. Laughing, he flung it at Reiko. The ball rose in a brief arc, plopped onto the ground, and rolled a short distance.
"Very good!" Reiko picked up the ball. "Catch!"
She tossed gently. He snatched at and almost caught the ball, then scrambled after it. Reiko smiled. The sun warmed her face, brightened the grass and red maples and pond. She'd missed playing with Masahiro, and in the few days she'd spent away from him, his strength and coordination seemed to have improved. He was growing up so fast! Yet even while Reiko enjoyed being with her son, she worried about Haru in Edo Jail and waited alertly for Sano to return from his meeting with Minister Fugatami and the Council of Elders.
Masahiro ran to the house, calling, "Papa!"
Looking around, Reiko saw Sano standing on the veranda. Anticipation leapt in her. "Oh, good, you're back." She hurried to him, but his grim expression halted her at the foot of the steps. "What's wrong?"
"The husband of the murdered woman attacked some Black Lotus priests and nuns and started a riot. And Minister Fugatami didn't show up at the meeting." Sano lifted Masahiro in his arms, but the smile he gave his son faded as he said to Reiko, "The elders are angry. Makino seized the chance to criticize my handling of the case. Minister Fugatami stands to lose his post, and if Makino exerts his considerable influence with the shogun, I may lose mine, too."
"Oh, no," Reiko said, appalled. "I'm very sorry I got you in trouble." Sano nodded, acknowledging her fault but unappeased by the apology.
"Minister Fugatami has had his chance to talk to me, and demonstrated that he has nothing to say. This will be the last time you meddle in
bakufu politics."
Alarm constricted Reiko's heart as she realized that Sano had good reason to disregard the minister's information. "I don't believe Minister Fugatami would deliberately miss the meeting," she said. "It was so important to him to report his findings about the Black Lotus to you and the Council of Elders. Something must have prevented him from attending."
"Almost nothing short of death would excuse him," Sano said.
His words filled Reiko with sudden, overwhelming fear. She ran into the house, calling for the maids to summon her palanquin. Sano followed, carrying Masahiro.
"Where are you going?" Sano asked.
"To Minister Fugatami's house." In her chamber, Reiko threw on a cloak. "I have to know what went wrong."
Sano set down Masahiro, who ran off down the corridor. "Whatever did, I've already made it clear that I want nothing to do with the man, and your visiting him again will only further the connection."
"I won't see him. I'll ask his wife what happened."
"Just leave the matter alone." Sano blocked the door.
In desperation, Reiko said, "The Black Lotus retaliates against people who make trouble for them. Do you remember how the nurse Chie's husband was attacked after he tried to get her back from the temple? I'm afraid it's Minister Fugatami's turn now."
Sano's expression sharpened. "I'll go with you."
Whether her conviction had struck a chord of response in him, or he merely realized he couldn't stop her and wanted to control her behavior at the Fugatami house, all that mattered to Reiko was getting there.
"The Honorable Minister isn't receiving guests today," said the sentry stationed in the guardhouse at the Fugatami estate.
"Is he home?" Sano stood with Hirata and two detectives at the guardhouse window, while Reiko waited in her palanquin nearby. Now that he'd had time to think, Sano was sorry he'd let Reiko's panic influence him. Probably nothing had happened to Minister Fugatami, except that he'd reconsidered his crusade against the Black Lotus. Still angry at Fugatami, Sano hoped to ascertain his condition without personal contact.
"Yes, but he gave strict orders that he's not to be disturbed," said the sentry.
"Is all well with the Honorable Minister?" Hirata asked.
"He was fine yesterday evening, when I last saw him."
Reiko whispered to Sano, "We have to see for ourselves!"
Her insistence annoyed Sano; reluctantly, he addressed the sentry: "I'm here on official business for the shogun, and I order you to let us see Minister Fugatami."
"Very well."
The sentry summoned a guard who ushered Sano's party into the courtyard, where Reiko climbed out of the palanquin. Samurai retainers loitered outside the barracks, but when the party entered the mansion, it seemed strangely quiet.
"Where is everyone?" Sano asked the guard as they all walked down the dim corridor.
"The Honorable Minister's top retainers went off somewhere." The guard peered uneasily into vacant offices and reception rooms. "His servants should be here. I don't know why they're not."
Sano heard a murmur of distress from Reiko, walking behind him with the detectives. Beside him, Hirata frowned. A bad feeling tingled Sano's nerves. "You've seen your master today?"
"No," said the guard.
"Are you sure the family is here?"
"No one has seen them leave."
They turned a corner into the private quarters of the mansion. On a sliding paper wall ahead to the left, maroon streaks like spattered paint appeared. Sano looked down and saw dark footprints in the hall. Alarm seized him. He hurried to the open door. The fetid, metallic odor of blood assailed him. He saw a man lying on the futon, and a woman sprawled on the floor, limbs askew. Their throats had been cut, and blood had drenched their faces, hair, robes, the bedclothes, tatami, and walls. Horrified, Sano turned abruptly.
"Reiko-san! Don't look!" he ordered.
Too late. She was right behind Sano; she'd already seen the room. Her open mouth drew a deep, wheezing gasp, and she swayed. Sano dragged her away from the door. He held her, pressing her face against his chest. Hirata, the detectives, and the Fugatami guard looked .inside the chamber; exclamations rose from them. '
"Master!" the guard cried.
Sano experienced nausea and revulsion at the spectacle of violent death, but his detective instincts focused his mind on the work he must do. Still holding Reiko, he turned for a more thorough look into the chamber. Now he noticed that a quilt covered Minister Fugatami up to his shoulders. The woman had cuts on her arms and hands, as if from defending herself against a blade.
Reiko struggled in Sano's arms, crying, "Hiroko-san! Hiroko-san!"
"She's dead." Sano held Reiko tighter. "There's nothing you can do for her." He said to his men, "Secure the estate. Nobody leaves." He must find out who had done this terrible thing, and why.
"The Black Lotus killed them!" Pulling out of Sano's grasp, Reiko pointed into the room. "Look!"
On the wall above the futon, drawn in the spattered blood, was a crude representation of the Black Lotus symbol. Reiko stumbled down the corridor.
"The children," she moaned. "Merciful gods, where are the children?"
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24
There will be many people who will speak ill of us,
They will address the rulers and high ministers,
Seeking to defile and banish us,
But we shall endure.
----FROM THE BLACK LOTUS SUTRA
"Minister Fugatami's two small sons are missing. We searched the estate and the entire official quarter, but found no sign of them," Sano told the shogun.
They were walking along a path through the shogun's private garden. After Sano had finished examining the crime scene and questioning the Fugatami household, he had taken Reiko home, then come to the palace for an emergency audience with
the shogun. He'd already reported the murders; now, he needed the shogun to approve the course of action he deemed necessary.
"That is most, ahh, unfortunate." The shogun wore white martial arts practice clothes for his afternoon exercise routine. As he puffed, marched, and swung his arms, attendants trailed him, carrying towels and a water jug.
"I've determined what happened," Sano said. "Last night, Minister Fugatami's three top retainers ordered the staff out of the house and dismissed the servants. Later, they sneaked into the mansion, which was deserted except for the family. They cut Minister Fugatami's throat while he lay asleep. His wife tried to run away, but the retainers killed her. All Minister Fugatami's papers are gone, and there was a large amount of ash in the kitchen stove, which suggests that the retainers burned the papers there, before they took the children and left."
"What a deplorable breach of loyalty," lamented the shogun. "And how, ahh, shocking that murder should be committed right here in Edo Castle! Are you sure the minister's retainers are to blame?"
"They arranged for the family to be alone. According to the patrol guards, those retainers were the only people to enter the house, and now they're missing."
The shogun frowned in puzzlement as he did a series of jumps. "How did they get the, ahh, children out of the castle?"
"The Fugatami gate sentry says they left the estate around midnight, carrying a large chest," Sano said. "The children must have been inside it. The retainers are trusted officials, and the castle guards let them through the checkpoints without inspecting the chest."
"Security must be improved," said the shogun, bending to touch his toes. "See to it at once."
"Yes, Your Excellency," Sano said, "but the major problem is the Black Lotus." The murder of the Fugatami had convinced him that Reiko's suspicions about the sect were justified and he must act before anyone else could be hurt. "I believe the retainers painted a Black Lotus symbol on the walls because they're members of the sect. I believe they assassinated Minister Fugatami to stop his crusade against them, then destroyed his papers so there would be no incriminating evidence left. I also believe they and the children are now hidden in the temple, where the sect is preparing to create much worse trouble."
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