Death of a Doll Maker (Akitada Mysteries)

by I. J. Parker

  “I’m not blaming you. But how could this have happened?”

  “After Lord Tachibana left, some of the dismissed servants and their friends came back and helped themselves to things. They hadn’t been paid for a long time.”

  “I see. Saburo, set the box down. Well, we must make the best of it. What about the official seal and administrative funds? Or did they disappear also?”

  “No, Excellency. I took those to my room. If you’ll allow me …” He hesitated. “The money box is rather heavy. Perhaps your er …” He glanced at Saburo.

  “Right. Saburo, give Mori a hand, please.”

  Akitada was gathering up the scattered papers and putting them back into the document boxes when Tora walked in with a face like thunder. “They’re all gone, and they’ve taken everything with them. Horses, fodder, carts, everything. And that boy Koji isn’t right in the head. That’s probably why he didn’t run away, too. Should I go back to Hakata for that police captain?”

  “No. The former governor’s secretary is still here. He says Governor Tachibana left after dismissing his staff. They hadn’t been paid, so they helped themselves to whatever wasn’t broken or nailed down. I’ll have to leave for the Dazaifu in the morning. They should have some answers there. Meanwhile we’ll manage. By the way, you will go by your full name while we’re here.”

  Tora nodded. Given the fact that he would have to fill the role of assistant to a governor, his master had decided that he must have an official name. Many years ago Tora had adopted the name Tora, or Tiger, when he had been in fear of being arrested as a deserter and highwayman. He had eventually divulged his given name Kamatari, and they had decided that his family name ought to be that of the district where he was born. So he had become Sashima Kamatari and gained the status of a well-born man, much to his secret satisfaction.

  Mori came back, reverently carrying a beautifully carved wooden container in both hands. Behind him, Saburo lugged a large iron-bound chest. Tora went to help him.

  “Never mind. It’s nearly empty,” Saburo told him. They set it down together.

  The old secretary passed the box to Akitada. “The seal, Excellency. There is some money in the trunk, as well as papers for properties belonging to the tribunal.”

  Akitada took out a heavy seal carved from soapstone. “Saburo, please hand me my orders.”

  Saburo opened the leather box with a key tied to his sash and handed Akitada a document. Akitada compared the seal to the imprint on his orders. “Yes. Thank you, Mori. That was well done. Now let’s see what funds we have.”

  The old secretary unlocked the trunk. Inside were more official-looking papers and a small brocade bag. In the bag were twenty-two pieces of gold and about fifty pieces of silver.

  Akitada replaced the money. “Is this all?” he asked, aghast.

  “I’m afraid so, sir. It hasn’t been a good year, and His Excellency drew some funds for his removal.”

  Tora grunted. “Bet he travels in style.”

  Akitada shot Tora a reproving look.

  The old man flushed. “It’s a long way to the capital from here,” he pointed out.

  Akitada nodded. “So it is. I take it an imperial inspector cleared the accounts before Lord Tachibana left?”

  “Inspector? No, Excellency. The governor cleared them with the Assistant Governor General.”

  It was certainly against regulation, but perhaps different laws prevailed in Kyushu. Again he felt his lack of experience with a painful stab. He said, “Saburo, go see if you can make some tea. There’s some in the saddlebag.” Then he asked the secretary to show them the rest of the residence.

  They returned first to the reception hall. This, the old secretary explained, also served the governor when he heard court cases. Akitada looked about him in dismay. There was a narrow dais which probably served the governor and his scribes while the accused, his guards, and the populace would all cram into the modest space in front of it. “It’s not very large,” he said doubtfully.

  “His Excellency rarely heard cases. Most are handled in Hakata. And the local population is small.”

  “There is a jail, I hope?”

  “Yes. A room next to the stables. As I said, we don’t have much occasion to arrest anyone.”

  This was ludicrous, given the fact the locals had just emptied the contents of the tribunal, but Akitada said nothing.

  The rest of the house held the usual number of smaller rooms under the eaves, most emptied of their contents, four slightly larger, central rooms that could be subdivided with folded screens, and two short hallways separating the central reception hall and his private office from the rooms to either side. The hallways led to a rear veranda which overlooked a tangled garden.

  Akitada sighed. They had a roof over their heads, but that was all. He was about to walk down into the garden to see what needed to be done there, when they heard the sounds of voices and horses from the forecourt. Their baggage had arrived. Tora and Saburo were already there to supervise the bearers as they carried boxes and trunks into the house. There was not much of it, certainly no furniture. The trunks contained clothes, a few books, Akitada’s writing box, and his favorite sleeping quilt. Tora and Saburo had traveled with much less. All of it was quickly deposited, and the bearers left with their horses.

  It was completely dark by now. They walked back through the eerie, shadow-filled reception hall to Akitada’s office. Apart from one of the small rooms under the eaves, which the secretary apparently inhabited and which had contained little besides his writing utensils and desk, the building was empty. A scavenger hunt produced some oil lamps and two braziers. The light of the oil lamps somehow made the room seem even more desolate.

  Akitada looked around and said, “It will do until tomorrow.” Remembering the secretary, who hovered uncertainly, he asked, “Mori, where do you sleep at night?”

  “I have a house in town, Excellency. It isn’t much, but you are very welcome there.”

  “Thank you, but we will stay here. You may leave now, but I want you to report for work early tomorrow. There’s much to be done.”

  Mori bowed and started to make more apologies, but Akitada cut him off with a firm, “Tomorrow.”

  Saburo found a broom and swept the floor. The tea stood on the small writing desk and a candle lit the familiar trunks and saddlebags. A clean cushion lay beside the desk. Suddenly exhausted, Akitada sat down with a sigh of relief. Pouring himself some tea, lukewarm by now, he reached for the provincial documents.

  Tora cleared his throat. “Er, food, sir! We haven’t eaten since early this morning, and then it was only some cold rice cakes. That storm put out the fire on the ship, remember?”

  Akitada remembered. “We can’t leave. The place is surrounded by thieves.”

  Tora grinned. “True, but I saw a restaurant just down the street from us. I’ll run out and get us something to eat.”

  Later, after a rather odd meal of fish and pickled vegetables wrapped into some large leaves, Akitada studied the provincial papers and records. He sighed from time to time and finally closed the last document box. “A sad state of affairs,” he said to Saburo, who sat nearby, nodding off. Tora was snoring in a corner.

  Saburo jerked upright. “S-sad, sir? How so?”

  “There are no funds beyond what we found. And no new payments are expected until early next month. I have a suspicion Lord Tachibana was less than diligent in collecting dues and taxes. Hakata seems a prosperous place. Did you look into the granary when you went to the kitchen to make the tea?”

  “No, sir. I didn’t see a granary. It was dark outside.”

  “Well, that too will wait for morning. Go to bed now. It’s been a long day.”

  “What about your bedding, sir.”

  Akitada gestured to the pile of bags and trunks they had brought in. “I’ll put my head on one of those and cover myself with my robe. I’m afraid you and Tora will have to do the same.”

  *

 
Though he was very tired, Akitada could not fall asleep. It was not the unfamiliar surroundings or the unknown problems lying ahead. He was finally at leisure to remember his family. Nearly every night since he had left the capital had begun this way. His heart contracted with love and longing, and his fear for Tamako’s life twisted in his belly.

  They had greeted him with such joy when he returned with his promotion. Flags waved in the breeze and streamers adorned the eaves. That had hurt almost more than the shock of his assignment. He had paused just inside the gate, put a smile on his face, and expressed his surprise and gratification. The four musicians hired for the occasion plucked and fluted happily on their instruments, the dog Trouble woofed and twisted his crippled body, and the children came running to clasp his knees.

  His eyes had met Tamako’s. As they made their way into the house and to the fine banquet they had prepared for him, she had drawn him aside.

  “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

  “I’m to be governor of Chikuzen,” he whispered back.

  “But that’s good, isn’t it?”

  “Chikuzen is in Kyushu.”

  “Oh!” Her eyes widened and a hand went to her mouth. “Why?”

  “Later. Come, we mustn’t spoil everyone’s pleasure.”

  It had been a fine meal, eaten by his family and the families of his three retainers. Only the house servants were excluded in order to serve the meal, but their own festivities came later, along with the gift of a gold coin from their “fortunate” master.

  When Akitada had finally been alone with his wife, he had not known how to begin with what must be discussed.

  She had seen his face and said quickly, “I admit it’s bit of a shock, especially just now. But we will manage.” Her hand had gone protectively to her belly. Her pregnancy was just beginning to show under the full gown. The child was expected in early summer, four months from now—when he would long be gone. Giving birth was always a dangerous business. She was paler and thinner than she should have been.

  “I’m sorry,” he had said miserably. “I wish I could be with you.”

  Her features had sharpened. “You cannot mean to leave me behind?”

  “I must. It’s far too dangerous for you to travel so far in your condition, and the children are much too small. The climate is unhealthy, and there may be other dangers.”

  She had looked utterly bereft. “I see,” she murmured and turned away.

  “It’s not a tragedy,” he had said, feeling blamed for something that was not his doing. “I will see how things stand, and then perhaps you may be able to join me later.”

  She said nothing. They had both known this would not happen. She would give birth, and the new child would be unable to travel. Besides, they did not have the money to move an entire household by ship to a distant island and back when his term expired.

  Four years!

  “Whom will you take?’ she had asked tonelessly.

  How could he deprive her of the protection Tora, Genba, and Saburo provided? Besides, both Tora and Genba had their own families now.

  “Perhaps I’d better go alone.”

  “No,” she had said quickly, turning. “How would it look? You must take Tora and Saburo at least. And perhaps you can get some youngster to be your page.”

  “I don’t know. How will you manage with just Genba?”

  “I shall manage. When you’re not here, we live very simply and rarely have guests. Besides there’s your sister. Their household is quite large. They will surely spare me some servants if I need them.”

  “Yes. That’s good. She’ll be by your side when the child is born.” He had turned away from her because grief had seized him for a moment, grief that he would not see the newborn, or worse, that he would lose Tamako.

  Even here and now, on the hard floor in this godforsaken tribunal, his eyes filled with tears and he wept at his loss, real and imaginary.

  Tamako had put her hand on his arm. “My poor husband,” she had said half-teasingly. “I’m making this very hard for you. We must be patient about the things we cannot change, and good may come of this in time. Have faith in yourself and in me.”

  Overcome with love, he had held her for a moment, then left to talk to the others.

  And so the matter was settled, and their lives had changed forever.

  4

  THE DOLL MAKERS

  Akitada slept quite well in the end and woke refreshed. It was another clear spring day. The doors to the outside opened onto a small graveled courtyard. From the narrow veranda, he could see over the tribunal roofs to mountains where the dark green of evergreens mingled with the fresh, bright foliage of new leaves.

  His new post no longer seemed quite so discouraging. He was filled with a great energy to get to the bottom of the mystery and set things in order. He would be as good a governor as he could be.

  Both Tora and Saburo were gone, and he went looking for them. Tora stood in front of the residence, talking with a messenger. He sounded angry, and the messenger threw up his hands, jumped on his horse and rode off. Tora cursed loudly and volubly after him. In the light of the sunny morning, Akitada was amused.

  “What’s the matter, Tora?” he called out.

  Tora turned, his white teeth flashing in his handsome face. “Oh, good morning, sir,” he shouted back. “Just a cursed messenger from that police chief in Hakata. Really, someone needs to teach those yokels who has the authority here.”

  “Ssh! Not so loud. No need to make enemies before we get started.”

  Tora loped over. “This reminds me of Echigo, sir. They don’t want us here.”

  “Hmm.”

  Tora had a point. Echigo had been the province where governors had taken to their heels in a shower of arrows dispatched by the local warlord. Akitada had arrived as a young vice governor and faced incredible difficulties. There like here, he had been without funds, living quarters, staff, or cooperation. But he was older now and more experienced. Besides this was Kyushu. There were no warlords here. He explained this to Tora, then asked, “What did the messenger want?”

  “Okata can’t be bothered to find the thieves who stripped this place. It seems he’s got a murder to investigate.” Tora’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

  “Really? Hmm. While I’m paying my respects to the Assistant Governor General, you ride into Hakata and give the police chief a hand with his murder. I bet you’ll get some cooperation from him then.”

  *

  Tora left Saburo in charge and took one of the horses they had come on. In Hakata, he asked directions to police headquarters. He found them to be nearly the size of the provincial tribunal, well staffed, and busy. The constables eyed him suspiciously when he asked for Captain Okata.

  “Not here,” snapped the constable at the door. “What do you want?”

  The man sat at a writing desk, where he had been making notes.

  Tora looked down at him. “You heard me. Captain Okata.”

  The man flushed, got to his feet, and came to face Tora. Putting his face next to Tora’s, he snarled, “Don’t mess with me, bastard.”

  Tora grabbed him by the collar and gave him a sharp push. The man stumbled back and sat down. “Who are you calling a bastard, you dog?” Tora asked. “You are to treat people with courtesy, you hear? Even those who aren’t your superiors. Now get up and tell me what I want to know.”

  The constable shook with fury but he decided to play it safe and called for support. An older policeman, a sergeant to judge by his hat, joined them and stared at Tora.

  “He attacked me, Sarge,” the constable whined.

  “Don’t lie,” the sergeant told the constable mildly. “Aren’t you with the new governor?” he asked Tora.

  Tora nodded. “Finally an observant public servant. Greetings, Sergeant. I’m Sashima Kamatari, but you can call me Tora. Senior retainer and inspector to your governor.”

  The sergeant nodded. “An important man. Did you hear that, Goto? Well met,
Tora. I’m Maeda. What can I do for you, or for his Excellency, as the case may be?”

  “Well, since we have no staff, there’s nothing for me to do, and the governor sent me to help when he heard you’re hard pressed working a murder.”

  The sergeant laughed. “Hard pressed? That’s a good one. Though it’s true the captain doesn’t care much for blood. Or maggots, as the case may be.”

  “Really?” Tora grinned. “I take your point, Sergeant. Well, I don’t mind them. What I can’t abide is killers running loose, thumbing their noses at us.”

  “Or robbers, as the case may be.” The sergeant chuckled and studied Tora. “You’ve been a policeman, then?”

  “No, but the master and I have investigated some tricky murders in our day. Anyway, here I am. Where’s the body?”

  Sergeant Maeda laughed. “Well, let’s go see how the captain is managing.”

  When they stepped outside, the sergeant looked at Tora’s horse. “One of ours?”

  “I’ll need it for a while longer. They took the tribunal’s horses, too.”

  The sergeant stopped. “Not one horse left? Can you be serious?”

  “No horse, no ox, no food, no bed, and no staff. The place is empty except for a half-witted boy and an old geezer.”

  Sergeant Maeda shook his head in amazement. “That would be old Mori. Trust him to stay when the rest took off.”

  Tora growled, “My master will catch the stealing bastards. They took what belongs to the emperor. Actually, he’d hoped Captain Okata would lend a hand.”

  The sergeant chuckled and started walking again. “Not a chance.”

  Tora decided not to pursue the subject. “Tell me about the murder.”

  “An old woman was stabbed in the merchants’ quarter. They say her husband did it.”

  “He confessed?”

  “Not right away. The captain’s still questioning him.”

  They turned down a narrow street of cramped wooden houses. Two red-coated constables lounged around in front of one of the houses, but straightened up and stood stiffly to attention when they saw them coming.