Genzo glowered at the insult. “Nakae came out of the castle with another samurai who looked like him. I followed them. They split up.”
Sano recalled the inspector general saying that he and Magistrate Ueda had ridden part of the way home together.
“It was dark,” Genzo said. “I couldn’t see which was Nakae. So I went after the one I thought was him.” He shrugged. “I guessed wrong.”
Sano was so infuriated by Genzo’s mistake, and Genzo’s indifferent attitude, that he couldn’t restrain himself much longer. He had to force himself to speak calmly. “The man who hired you-can you describe his voice?”
“High-class,” Genzo said.
“What about his palanquin?”
“It was black.”
That narrowed the field down to the entire upper samurai society. “Were there any identifying crests on it?”
“Not that I saw.”
Sano marveled that anyone would agree to commit a murder for a person unknown, unseen, and of dubious trustworthiness. But of course the money had been a big incentive. “What did his bearers look like?”
“I don’t remember,” Genzo said, bored. “Who notices bearers?”
“Can you think of anything you did notice that might help us identify the man in the palanquin?”
“No.”
Not even to save his life, Sano thought. In addition to his other sins, Genzo was a deplorably bad witness. Sano turned to Hirata. “We’re finished here.”
“I agree.” Hirata looked as fed up with Genzo as Sano was. He opened the door of the cell. He and Sano started to walk out.
“Hey,” Genzo called in a voice louder than his usual mutter. “Do I get to stay alive?”
“No,” Sano said.
Disbelief pricked up Genzo’s flat eyelids. “But you promised.”
“No, I didn’t,” Sano said. “Next time, you should be more careful about who you do business with. Except there isn’t going to be a next time.”
“That’s not fair!” It was as if the reptile had basked in the sun long enough to bring its cold blood to a boil. Temper animated his eyes, clenched his fists, and revealed the brute who’d savaged Magistrate Ueda for a few pieces of gold.
“You may not think it’s fair,” Sano said, “but it’s justice.”
* * *
“Do you think Genzo was telling the truth?” Hirata asked Sano as they rode across the bridge that spanned the canal outside Edo Jail.
“Yes,” Sano said. “He hasn’t the imagination to make up that story.”
“So do I. How should we go about identifying the man in the palanquin?”
“We could start at the teahouse where Genzo met him. Maybe someone there saw him even though Genzo didn’t. Or saw where he went after he and Genzo made their deal.”
“Or can give us a better description of the palanquin and the bearers.” Hirata glanced around at the shacks that lined the road through the slums as he said, “If the Hosokawa people wanted to kill Inspector General Nakae, wouldn’t they handle it themselves? Why take a chance on hiring a stranger who could and did botch the job?”
“Whoever hired Genzo didn’t want the blood on their own hands. But you’re right, the whole assassination attempt smacks of incompetence.”
“That would exonerate Yanagisawa,” Hirata pointed out.
“That and the fact that he wouldn’t have wanted Nakae killed. Nakae is his crony.”
“There’s still the question of how anyone besides Yanagisawa and the judges and you could have known Nakae’s position on the vendetta,” Hirata said. “But maybe Nakae let his opinion be known before he was appointed to the court. Or maybe it was a personal enemy of his who wanted him dead, and the attack had nothing to do with the case.”
The inspector general had plenty of enemies, but Sano still believed that the attack and the case were connected. Sano followed Hirata’s gaze to a group of men huddled around a bonfire. Hirata was looking for his stalkers, Sano thought.
“Well, there are still other suspects besides the forty-seven ronin and the Hosokawa clan,” Sano said. “Before we try to pick up the palanquin man’s trail, let’s hear what my wife has to say about Ukihashi, Lady Asano, and Okaru. She was supposed to talk to them today.”
* * *
When Sano and Hirata arrived at home, Reiko hurried to meet them while they were hanging their swords in the entryway. “I’m so glad you’re back!” She sparkled with excitement. “I must tell you what I’ve learned!”
While she helped Sano remove his coat, while she served him and Hirata hot tea in the private quarters, Reiko related the story she’d heard from Ukihashi and Lady Asano. She was breathless by the time she finished. Sano and Hirata were thunderstruck.
“So that’s why Lord Asano attacked Kira,” Sano said. The story revealed what Kira’s subordinates must have known about Kira but had kept hidden, the whale Sano had sensed beneath the water.
“I knew it had to be more than just because Kira harassed him,” Hirata said, “but I never imagined this.”
Sano shook his head in disgust as he envisioned the scene that Reiko had described-the forced sex between Lord Asano and Ukihashi, with Kira watching in ugly, perverted pleasure and Lady Asano in agony. “Kira made victims of them all.”
“Do you think this will save the forty-seven ronin?” Reiko asked, her voice colored by doubt as to whether they should be saved.
“I think Lord Asano had a valid reason for attacking Kira,” Sano said. “I also think Kira should have been punished for his role in their feud and that since the government didn’t punish him, it’s good that someone else did. But it’s not up to me. The supreme court will decide whether Kira’s behavior justified forty-seven ronin breaking the law and murdering Kira.”
Reiko’s sparkle dimmed. “Then even though we know the truth behind the incident in the Corridor of Pines, it might not change anything.”
“It might. It’s an extenuating circumstance,” Sano pointed out. “And there may be others we haven’t discovered yet.”
“Such as the real reason why the forty-seven ronin took so long to take revenge on Kira,” Hirata said, “and why they ‘waited for orders’ afterward.”
“But we’ve made progress on one front,” Sano said. “Hirata-san caught the man who attacked your father.”
Reiko exclaimed, “Who is it? Why did he do it? I want to see him!”
If he let her at Genzo, they wouldn’t need an executioner, Sano thought. “Maybe later.” He told Reiko about his and Hirata’s interview with Genzo.
“But who was the man in the palanquin?” Reiko asked, so agitated she couldn’t sit still. “Why did he want to kill Inspector General Nakae?”
“I have a hunch that once we have the answers to those questions, they’ll help us bring your father’s attacker to justice,” Sano said, “and they’ll put the vendetta in a different light.”
“But how do we find them?” Reiko asked.
“You’ve discovered a new lead,” Sano said. “Let’s follow it and see where it goes.”
33
Reiko and Ukihashi rode in a palanquin up the highway toward the Hosokawa estate, escorted by Sano, Hirata, and troops. Ukihashi wore a rich burgundy padded silk coat over a moss-green silk kimono with pine boughs embroidered around the hem, and high-soled black lacquer sandals. Her hair was brushed into a sleek roll anchored with lacquer combs. Finished off with white powder and red rouge, she was the beautiful samurai lady she’d once been.
The new clothes and accessories were gifts from Reiko, brought when she’d returned to Ukihashi and told her they were going on this trip. Ukihashi had balked at first, even though she was overjoyed by the thought of seeing her son.
“How can I face my husband?” she’d cried. “After what I did?”
“You must,” Reiko said. Sano had decided that bringing Ukihashi and Oishi together was crucial to the investigation.
Given no choice, Ukihashi had let Reiko help her fix herself up. She wanted to look good for the husband she still loved in spite of her anger at him for dragging their son into an illegal vendetta. Now Ukihashi grew nervous as she and Reiko drew closer to their destination.