I Parker - The Convict's sword

With Tora dispatched, Akitada walked to the ministry. To his amazement, all seemed business as usual. The anteroom held a modest number of petitioners, and Sakae bustled about with papers under his arm. When he saw Akitada, his complacent manner gave way to dismay. “Oh, you’re back,” he cried.

Akitada raised his brows at this rudeness. “I trust you and Nakatoshi have managed in my absence?”

Sakae averted his eyes. “Yes… er… perhaps you should report to His Excellency. The, er, provisional minister.” He nodded toward Soga’s office.

“The provisional… someone has been appointed already?” Such efficiency during a state of emergency was nothing short of stunning. Akitada was still staring at Sakae, his mind in turmoil, when the door opened and the cheerful face of a short and chubby individual peered out.

“Hah! Thought I recognized your voice, Akitada,” he cried warmly. “Come in, come in.”

Akitada barely managed to hide his astonishment. In a reasonably steady voice he said, “Kosehira. What a very pleasant surprise!”

Fujiwara Kosehira embraced him, then pulled him into the office and closed the door on Sakae’s avid interest. He immediately became serious. “My poor fellow! I heard the news about your little son. I am so sorry for you. You look terrible and shouldn’t have hurried back to work so soon.”

“Thank you, but work is a distraction.” Akitada did not want to dwell on the black abyss of his grief. “Is all well with you and yours?”

Kosehira nodded. “I sent them away after all. Now I’m the only one staying in my big house, except for one servant. It’s an eerie feeling, being all alone. I keep hearing ghosts. Perhaps you will come to keep me company some evening?”

Akitada looked at his friend gratefully. “Of course. I shall need your cheerful and practical advice. But is it true? You’re taking Soga’s position?”

Kosehira flushed. “A temporary appointment. I rely on you totally. Know nothing of this stuff. You were gone and I was available, and well, it’s always a matter of rank, isn’t it? I know very well that you should be running the ministry. I hope you don’t mind.”

He looked so nervous that Akitada smiled. The smile felt strange after so many days of sadness. “Nonsense,” he said, “I could not be more pleased. Frankly, Soga hated me. I fully expected to be dismissed with a bad report.” He glanced around the office. “But where is Nakatoshi?”

Kosehira’s face had lit up at Akitada’s first words. Now it fell. “Under arrest.”

“In jail? Why? What happened?”

“I found a treasonable letter written by him. Yesterday. I walked into the office and saw him slipping some paper away before leaving the room. He looked so guilty that I decided to take a look. And there it was, right on top of one of the document boxes. I was deeply shocked, my dear Akitada. The letter was addressed to Ito Mitsutaka, that notorious renegade in Mutsu Province. Nakatoshi suggested to Ito that this would be a very good time for an uprising, the capital and surrounding countryside being decimated by smallpox, and the government no longer functional with so many officials dead. Dreadful. I had him placed under arrest immediately.”

Akitada stared at his friend. “I don’t believe it,” he said flatly. “Are you sure that poisonous snake Sakae wasn’t behind this?”

Kosehira frowned. “Sakae? Why should he do such a shocking thing?”

Akitada sighed. “Because he’s Sakae and he hates Nakatoshi. Who has the letter now?”

“I do. The court is not in session, so I kept all the evidence.”

“What evidence? The letter is all you have, isn’t it?”

“Just about. Except for Sakae’s signed statement that he heard Nakatoshi make critical remarks about the government.”

Akitada gave a snort. “Of course. Let me see the letter, please.”

Kosehira got a locked box, fished a key from his sash and opened it. “You don’t think Nakatoshi wrote this?” he asked uneasily, extending a folded piece of the kind of paper used for government documents. “I tell you, I saw him hide it with my own eyes. He got very red in the face when he saw me looking at him.”

Akitada scanned the fairly long document and studied the signature at the end. “I don’t doubt that you saw him hide something,” he said. “But this is not in Nakatoshi’s handwriting.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Nakatoshi writes an excellent hand. This looks strained, too careful. As if someone had been trying very hard to be neat. An interesting allusion to the Chinese rebel Chang Lu-not many people know his story-but otherwise this is not particularly well written. Nakatoshi expresses himself much better. Has he seen this?”

“No. I thought it best to get rid of him quickly. I must say, he looked upset.”

“I can imagine.” Akitada rose. “I’d better go see him now, if I may. He must be frantic.”

Akitada did not know whether to be furious at Sakae for his vicious plot to oust Nakatoshi or to be glad that he finally had a way to rid the ministry of the troublemaker. He had enough other problems, but in his present state he welcomed anything that would take his mind off the black misery which lay in wait and pounced the moment he allowed himself to think.

Kobe greeted Akitada with a jocular, “Back already? You look more yourself with that frown on your face.”

Akitada still felt guilty about the memorial and returned the smile uncertainly. “Yes, I’m troubling you again. This time it’s about my clerk, that is, a clerk at the ministry. His name is Nakatoshi. I just heard that he was arrested.”

Kobe nodded. “On a charge of treason.”

“I believe he was framed by a colleague.”

“Oh come! Surely not again.”

The similarity to Haseo’s case had not struck Akitada, who instantly felt stupid for not having realized it. He said, “I cannot help it. It’s a different case and a different motive.”

Kobe raised his brows. “Right after solving one case, you’ve already solved another?” He still smiled.

Akitada flushed. “This was not very hard, a mere malicious child’s trick. I’ve been expecting something of the sort all along. I thought I would come and reassure Nakatoshi.”

As they walked toward the cells, Kobe said, “You didn’t ask, but your prisoner in the other case has made a full confession. It didn’t take any persuasion. We had him looked at by our physician, who found a badly broken wrist in addition to the broken leg. He will probably lose the hand and was so demoralized that he talked. His hatred for his half-brother was something to hear.”

Akitada grimaced. “I can well imagine. What about Yasugi? Did he implicate him?”

“No. He pretended not to understand our questions. Sorry. At least you have the satisfaction that Yasugi didn’t profit in the end. He lost his wife and will lose the land.”

Akitada nodded. “What is likely to happen to Matsue?”

Kobe gestured to a guard to unlock a cell door. “Oh, exile and hard labor, I should think. Like his brother.”

“Good!”

Nakatoshi started up when they walked in. He looked terrified. When he saw Akitada, he burst into tears. “I didn’t write it, sir. I swear. I’m innocent.” To Akitada’s embarrassment, he fell to his knees and knocked his head on the dirt floor.

“I know, Nakatoshi. Get up. I’ll have you out of here shortly.”

Nakatoshi staggered to his feet and wiped his eyes, leaving smudges on his face and sleeves.

“Tell me,” Akitada asked, “how was it that Lord Fujiwara saw you hiding the letter?”

Nakatoshi sighed. “I found it among my papers. When I saw Lord Fujiwara watching me, I panicked.”