Samurai's Wife by Laura Joh Rowland Read Free Book Online Page B

feet and paced the room in a fever of impatient energy. "Everything depends on the case itself. I must see what happens and use whatever opportunities arise. I don't have enough information to take the next step. However, that problem should be remedied very soon." Yanagisawa halted by the door and gazed out at the dark, lush garden, listening for sounds that would herald the arrival of the news he awaited.

"Then I'll decide what to do."

Several long, unproductive hours later, Sano finished interviewing the Konoe clan members. They'd been shocked to learn that the left minister had been murdered, instead of dying from a mysterious disease as they'd thought. They hadn't known he was a metsuke spy, and claimed no knowledge about which of the suspects might have killed him. All Sano managed to learn were two stray facts.

A cousin of Konoe's said he'd heard on several occasions a much less powerful version of the spirit cry. Afterward, dead birds had been found in the garden. This confirmed Sano's belief that someone in the palace did indeed have the power of kiai. Had he-or she-been practicing for the murder?

Fifteen years ago, Konoe's secretary, a young man named Ryozen, had been stabbed to death. This was presumably the crime that the bakufu had covered up in order to force Konoe to spy for the metsuke, but Sano found no apparent connection between the incident and Konoe's murder. Nor did Detectives Marume and Fukida glean any clues from the servants.

Now Sano, Hoshina, and the detectives stood outside Konoe's private chambers, which occupied two adjoining rooms in an inner section of the house. Mullioned paper walls enclosed the space, affording greater privacy than the open plan of classic imperial architecture.

"Has anything in there been disturbed since Left Minister Konoe's death?" Sano asked the courtier who'd admitted him to the estate.

"The rooms have been cleaned, but his possessions are still there," the courtier said. "That's his office. This is his bedchamber." He opened the door, and a musty smell rushed out. After lighting a lantern in the room, he bowed and left.

Sano entered and swept his gaze around the room. The tatami floor was bare; sets of lacquered tables and silk cushions were neatly stacked. Sano saw no personal articles. Presumably, these were inside the built-in storage cabinet and wardrobe.

"Search this room," Sano told his detectives.

"What are we looking for?" Marume asked.

"Anything that can tell us about Konoe's life, what kind of person he was, or his relationships."

Marume began opening drawers in the cabinet. Fukida started on the closet. Sano and Hoshina moved through the connecting door to the office. There, an alcove contained a desk and built-in shelves of ledgers and books. Across the desk, open scrolls covered with calligraphy lay amid writing supplies. The doors of a cabinet stood ajar, revealing compartments full of clutter. A large wicker basket held paper scraps; fireproof iron chests stood three high.

While Hoshina watched, Sano scanned the scrolls on the desk. They concerned repairs to the palace walls. In the drawers Sano discovered Konoe's jade seal and a tobacco pipe and pouch, but no diary. Sano took a ledger off a shelf. It bore the title, "Proceedings of the Imperial Council, Teikyo Year 3." Although Sano doubted that the court archives contained what he was looking for, he examined each ledger for the sake of thoroughness. What a lot of words the imperial bureaucracy generated! Next, Sano went through the cabinet. He found official memoranda from the left minister's colleagues, pronouncements issued by emperors, and long documents describing imperial law and protocol. The trash basket contained scribbled notes about the palace budget.

"If Konoe left behind any records about whom he spied on and what he learned, I don't see them here," Sano said to Hoshina. "Nor is there any evidence of any activities except official business."

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