I. Parker - Death of a Doll Maker

Okata’s jaw sagged. He turned red and then purple and choked. Akitada was afraid he was having some sort of fit and would fall down dead before his eyes. But the man caught his breath and snarled, “You don’t have the power to dismiss me. I could have you arrested. We’ll see what Lord Fujiwara at Dazaifu has to say about this.” He flung about and rushed out, shoving Mori, who was waiting with his pay slip, violently aside.

Mori hit the wall with a thud and slipped down. Akitada jumped up to help him, but the old man staggered to his feet on his own. “I can’t say I like that man,” he commented, coming back into the office.

“Nor do I.” Mori’s mild comment had managed to defuse Akitada’s own fury. “Please draw up a formal appointment for Sergeant Maeda to replace Captain Okata. He will be the new police chief. Make the appointment and the new rank of lieutenant probationary. Tora has nothing but praise for Maeda, and there are no complaints filed against him. I’d like to see how he handles the job before we make it permanent.”

Mori smiled. “I know Sergeant Maeda and his family,” he said. “They’re good people. Maeda didn’t attend the university, but he excelled as a pupil in the local school. His people couldn’t afford to send him to the capital. This has hurt his chances.”

“Well, I could wish he had a better education, but it’s certainly preferable to have an honest, capable, and diligent chief of police than a learned one.”

The next day the weather turned bad. The world was cast into a gray twilight as the rain sheeted down. An air of hopelessness hung over the tribunal compound where the forecourt remained empty except for a large number of puddles. Everyone kept indoors.

Toward noon, a messenger from Maeda arrived with news. Mitsui had been tried and found guilty of murdering his wife. He was condemned to hard labor in the silver mines of Tsushima. It was a harsh sentence for an old man because he would not survive long. Still, since he had no chance of being pardoned, a quick death was thought to be preferable to years of suffering.

Tora looked uncharacteristically glum when he heard the news.

Akitada asked, “Why are you upset? It was a very violent crime. Surely you don’t think a mere prison sentence would have been enough?”

Tora shook his head. “I don’t know what I think, sir. Mitsui isn’t a likeable man. Nobody in that family deserves pity or respect. But I have an odd feeling we don’t know everything in this case. There’s something more to find out. And now the woman across the street from the Mitsuis just walked away from her marriage and disappeared. I talked to her a few days ago, and she didn’t strike me as the sort who would do such a thing.”

Akitada frowned. “Well, the Mitsui case is closed. If it makes you feel any better, go and ask a few questions about this missing woman.”

Tora sighed. “It must have been hard for Maeda to work under that bastard Okata.”

“Yes. The sins of superiors poison the staff. That is why we have a rigorous system of evaluation. But Maeda will have his reward.” He did not mention that his predecessor, Governor Tachibana, had given Okata excellent evaluations, while Okata had always reported mediocre performances for Maeda, listing a number of reprimands for insubordination.

An hour after Maeda’s message, a wet and bedraggled messenger arrived from Lord Fujiwara with the order for Akitada to report immediately to Dazaifu. Akitada looked out at the driving rain and then at the dripping soldier, and sighed.

“I have to go to Dazaifu, Mori,” he said. “I’ll try to be back by nightfall. If there is any trouble, Tora and Saburo will know what to do.”

Tora and Saburo offered to go with him, but since none of them knew the tribunal staff very well yet, they were needed here. Akitada changed into his good green brocade robe and white silk trousers. The proper court costume required on this occasion was singularly impractical for a ride through this downpour, but he could not afford to offend Fujiwara. He put on boots over his slippers, tucked his court hat into his sleeve, and covered himself with a straw raincoat and straw hat.

Thus attired, he mounted his horse and, accompanied by the muddy messenger, set out on the highway to Dazaifu.

There were fewer people traveling in this weather, but contingents of soldiers passed now and then, their trotting horses spattering Akitada. He tried to pull the straw coat over his white trousers, but the soaked straw resisted and hung more and more heavily on his shoulders. Since there was nothing to be gained from a slower pace, he drove his horse at a gallop most of the way. Nevertheless, when he dismounted in front of the administration hall and divested himself of the wet straw items and the boots, he found his fine robe wrinkled and water-stained where the rain had leaked through the straw, and dirt spatters on his white trousers. He put on his hat, the only item that had escaped a drenching, and walked to Lord Fujiwara’s office.

The servant glanced at his clothes and smirked, but he opened the door and announced, “Lord Sugawara, Your Excellency.”

Akitada went in and bowed. As last time, Fujiwara was at his desk, and his clerks and secretaries were at theirs. All stared.

Akitada cleared his throat. “Sorry, sir, but the weather is very bad.”

“If this is a complaint, you may forget it,” Fujiwara said coldly.

Akitada flushed and glanced at the clerks and secretaries. Such a tone to a senior official was highly improper in front of them. He said, “I beg your pardon?”

“I called you because Captain Okata was here. He claims you dismissed him.”

Akitada felt his anger choking him. He had not even been asked to sit down. He was here to be publicly reprimanded like a small boy who had broken a favorite dish. He glared at Fujiwara. “That is correct.”

“What possessed you to do such a high-handed thing? It is the function and privilege of this office to make senior appointments to the police and military of Kyushu. You had no right. I have reinstated Okata, who is a fine officer.”

The room swam before Akitada’s eyes. To be sure, Kyushu was a special case as administrative areas of the nation went, but surely a governor could not permit outside powers to interfere in the administration of his province? He tried to clear his head and review the laws applicable to provincial administrations. Commanding officers of the police were dispatched from the capital to the various provinces, but they served only with the approval of the governor.

Akitada bit his lip. “I regret Captain Okata rushed here before my report could reach you, sir. Okata was dismissed for cause. He has shown gross negligence in the past and is universally despised by the people in Hakata. There is reason to think he is responsible for a miscarriage of justice in a recent murder case where he suppressed evidence. In addition, he has proved to be impossible to work with, ignoring the Chikuzen tribunal completely and insulting its staff, including myself.”

Fujiwara frowned. Disrespect toward higher-ranking appointed officials was clearly a serious charge, more serious than miscarriage of justice, for example. He said, “Well, I expect you provoked him. He is rather set in his ways. I’ll have him apologize.”

“Sorry, sir. I will not work with Okata. He is dismissed. If you do not support me in this matter, I’ll resign.”

Silence. Everyone in the room held his breath.

Fujiwara woke belatedly to the presence of his staff listening with avid ears to a confrontation between two ranking noblemen. He got up. “We’ll settle this in my study.”

Akitada followed him. In the private room, Fujiwara finally had the grace to gesture to a cushion. Akitada remained standing. “Thank you, but I prefer to stand. I shall not change my mind and see no point in a long discussion.”