The Chinese Maze Murders (14 page)

He walked along the walls and examined Woo’s work. It were all pictures of Buddhist saints and deities. The goddess Kwan Yin was very well represented, sometimes single, sometimes with a group of attendant deities.

The judge turned round.

“If I may end a frank conversation with a frank statement,” he remarked, “allow me to observe that I don’t think that your so-called new style is an improvement. Maybe one must get accustomed to it. You might give me one of those pictures so that I can study your work at leisure.”

Woo gave the judge a doubtful look. After a moment of hesitation he took down a medium-size picture showing the goddess Kwan Yin accompanied by four other deities. He spread it out on the table and picked up his seal, an intricately
carved small block of white jade. It stood on a dimunitive blackwood stand. Woo pressed the seal on a vermilion seal pad and then stamped it in a corner of the picture. The impression showed a quaint, archaic form of the character Feng, his personal name. Then he rolled the picture up and presented it to the judge.

“Am I under arrest?” he asked.

“A feeling of guilt seems to weigh heavily on your mind,” the judge remarked dryly. “No, you are not under arrest. But you will not leave this house until further notice. Good day, and thanks for the picture!”

Judge Dee gave a sign to Sergeant Hoong. They went down the stairway. Woo bowed his farewell. He did not bother to conduct them to the door.

As they were walking down the main street Sergeant Hoong burst out:

“That insolent yokel would talk quite differently if he was lying in the screws before Your Honour’s dais!”

The judge smiled.

“Woo is an extremely clever young man,” he commented, “but he has already made his first bad mistake!”

Tao Gan and Chiao Tai were waiting in the judge’s private office.

They had spent the afternoon in Chien’s mansion and collected evidence relating to a few cases of extortion. Tao Gan confirmed Liu Wan-fang’s statement in court that Chien Mow had personally directed most affairs; his two counsellors seemed to be just hangers-on who said “Yes!” to their master whenever required.

Judge Dee drank the cup of tea that Sergeant Hoong offered him.

Then he unrolled Woo’s picture and said:

“Let us now start our artistic studies! Tao Gan, hang
this picture on the wall, next to Governor Yoo’s landscape!”

The judge settled back in his armchair and looked for some time at the two paintings.

“These two pictures,” he said at last, “contain the key to the Governor’s last will, and to the murder of General Ding!”

Sergeant Hoong, Tao Gan and Chiao Tai turned their footstools round so that they faced the paintings.

Ma Joong came in. He looked astonished at this unusual scene.

“Sit down, Ma Joong!” the judge ordered, “and join this gathering of connoisseurs!”

Tao Gan rose and stood himself with his hands on his back in front of the Governor’s landscape. After a while he turned round and shook his head.

“For a moment,” he said, “I thought that some inscription in very small letters might be hidden among the leaves of the trees or in the outlines of the rocks. But I cannot discover as much as one single character!”

Judge Dee pensively tugged at his whiskers.

“Last night,” he spoke, “I have pondered over that landscape for several hours and early this morning I again scrutinized it inch by inch. I must confess that this painting baffles me.”

Tao Gan stroked his ragged moustache. He asked:

“Could not it be, Your Honour, that a sheet of paper has been concealed at the back of the picture, between the lining?”

“I had thought of that possibility too,” the judge answered, “and therefore I examined the picture against a strong light. If a sheet of paper had been pasted between the lining it should have shown.”

“When I was living in Canton,” Tao Gan said, “I learned the art of mounting pictures. Shall I remove the lining
entirely and investigate also the space covered by the brocade frame? At the same time I could verify whether the wooden rollers at top and bottom of the scroll are solid; it is not unthinkable that the old Governor concealed a tightly rolled piece of paper inside.”

“If thereafter you can restore the scroll again to its original form,” the judge answered, “by all means try. Al-though I must confess that such a hiding place seems rather crude to me and unworthy of the Governor’s brilliant mind. But we can not afford to pass over the slightest chance for solving this riddle.

“This Buddhist picture by our friend Woo is quite another proposition. It contains a definite clue.”

Sergeant Hoong asked astonished:

“How can that be, Your Honour? Woo selected that picture for you himself!”

Judge Dee smiled his thin smile.

“That is because Woo did not realize how he had betrayed himself,” he answered. “Woo may have no high opinion of my artistic sense, but I saw something in his picture that he himself had overlooked.”

Judge Dee sipped his tea. Then he ordered Ma Joong to call Headman Fang.

When Fang was standing in front of the desk Judge Dee looked at him gravely for a while. Then he said kindly:

“Your daughter Dark Orchid is doing well, my First Lady informs me that she is an industrious and intelligent worker.”

The headman bowed deeply.

“I am rather reluctant,” the judge continued, “to take your daughter from her present safe surroundings, all the more so since there is as yet no news about the fate of your eldest daughter White Orchid. On the other hand Dark Orchid is the most suitable person to gather information
for me in the Ding household. With the impending funeral of the General the house will be in great confusion and they will need extra-servants. If Dark Orchid could get herself a position there as temporary maid, she could find out much inside information from the other servants. I do not wish to do anything, however, without the consent of you, her father.”

“Your Honour,” the headman answered quietly, “I and my family consider ourselves your slaves. Moreover my youngest daughter is an independent and enterprising girl, she would enjoy executing such an order.”

Ma Joong had been shifting uneasily on his chair. Now he interrupted:

“Is that not rather a job for Tao Gan, Your Honour?”

The judge shot a shrewd glance at Ma Joong. He replied:

“There is no better source of information on what is going on in a household than the tittle-tattle of the maids. Instruct your daughter, Headman, to go to the Ding mansion straight away!

“As to our friend Woo, I want a double watch on him. You, Ma Joong, will go there tonight as the open watcher. You should make it appear as if you try to remain unobserved but in such a way that Woo realizes that you are a man from the tribunal sent to watch him. You will give him every opportunity to leave the house unobserved. Put all your skill and experience in this job, Ma Joong. This Woo is an extraordinarily clever young fellow!

“Tao Gan will be the real watcher, he should take good care to remain hidden. As soon as Woo has eluded Ma Joong, Tao Gan will follow Woo secretly and find out where he goes and what he does. If he tries to leave the city you can come out in the open and arrest him.”

Tao Gan looked pleased. He said:

“Ma Joong and I have practised this trick of the double
watch before, Your Honour! I shall now first take the Governor’s painting and moisten it so that the lining can soak loose during the night. Then I shall start out with Ma Joong.”

When Tao Gan and Ma Joong had taken their leave, the judge consulted with Chiao Tai and Headman Fang about the affairs of the Chien mansion.

He decided that Chien Mow’s wives and concubines could be sent back to their respective families. The house servants should be released with one month salary advanced by the tribunal. Only the steward was to be detained for further questioning.

Chiao Tai reported that he was very satisfied with the discipline of the soldiers. Every morning and afternoon he took them through a strenuous military drill. He added that they stood in deadly fear of Corporal Ling.

When the headman and Chiao Tai had left, Judge Dee leaned back in his armchair.

He reflected that after all these years of working together he really knew very little about Chiao Tai. He had been Ma Joong’s companion in “the green woods,” but about his earlier life the judge knew nothing. Judge Dee had heard Ma Joong’s entire story, and several episodes of it even twice. But Chiao Tai had always been very reticent. He seemed to take so much pleasure in his military duties in Lan-fang that Judge Dee wondered whether Chiao Tai had not been originally a career officer. He promised himself that he would try to find out in the near future.

But there were many other more pressing affairs. With a sigh the judge started to study the documents relating to Chien Mow’s misdeeds that Tao Gan had placed on his desk.

Eleventh Chapter

TAO GAN HAS AN ADVENTURE IN AN OLD TEMPLE; MA JOONG MEETS HIS MATCH IN A DRINKING BOUT

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thought it unnecessary to disguise himself. He only changed the black cap that marked him as an officer of the tribunal for a pointed bonnet such as is worn by people of the working class. Tao Gan replaced his cap by a collapsible one of black, thin gauze.

Before leaving, the two held a brief consultation in the quarters of the guards.

“It is easy enough,” Ma Joong remarked, “to make myself conspicuous and give Woo to understand that I am stationed there to watch that he does not leave his quarters. But we don’t know how that bastard will react. What if he goes out and tries to shake me off on the way?”

Tao Gan shook his head.

“He won’t do that,” he replied. “The point is that Woo does not know what your instructions are. He won’t dare to go out and risk your arresting him on the spot, for that would be construed by the tribunal as a suspicious move. No, my only worry is that Woo won’t try to elude you at all and decides to stay at home as ordered. But if he slips out, you can be sure that I’ll pick him up!”

Then they left the tribunal. Ma Joong walked ahead and Tao Gan followed him at some distance.

Sergeant Hoong had explained to Ma Joong the location. He found the Eternal Spring wine shop without difficulty.

Its interior looked most inviting. The light of two coloured
paper lanterns shone on the red labels of the wine jars. The proprietor was measuring a pint of wine. Two loafers were leaning on the counter in front, leisurely picking pieces of salted fish from a platter.

Ma Joong saw that opposite the shop stood a middle-class dwelling house. He went to stand on the raised porch with his back against the black-lacquered door.

On the second floor of the wine shop several candles had been lighted. Ma Joong saw a shadow move across the paper of the lattice windows. Apparently Woo was hard at work.

Ma Joong bent forward and looked up and down the dark street. There was no sign of Tao Gan. He folded his arms and prepared himself for a long wait.

When the two happy drinkers had finished their pint of wine, the door behind Ma Joong suddenly swung open. An elderly gentleman was shown out by the gatekeeper. As he saw Ma Joong he asked:

“Did you wish to see me?”

“Not me!” said Ma Joong curtly. He turned round and leaned against the doorpost.

“Now listen!” the gentleman said angrily, “this happens to be my house. Since you admit that you have no business here, I would thank you for walking on!”

“This street,” Ma Joong growled, “is public property. No one can prohibit me from standing here!”

“You make yourself scarce quickly, my man!” the gentleman called out, “or I shall call the nightwatch!”

“If you don’t like me to stand here, you bastard,” Ma Joong shouted, “you just try and push me!”

The two loafers had turned round to follow the altercation. Leaning their backs against the counter they contentedly folded their arms to watch the fight.

A window on the second floor was pushed open. Woo
looked out and shouted encouragingly to no one in particular: “Hit him over his head!”

“Shall I call the other servants, Master?” the gatekeeper asked.

“Call all the bastards together!” Ma Joong barked, “I am ready for them!”

The gentleman seeing his bellicose attitude thought better of it.

“I won’t have fisticuffs in front of my door,” he snapped. “Let that yokel stand there till his bones rot!”

Then he walked away, muttering angrily.

The gate keeper slammed the door shut. Ma Joong heard a crossbar being pushed in its position.

Woo, disappointed, closed his window.

Ma Joong sauntered over to the wine shop. The two loafers hurriedly made room for him along the counter.

Ma Joong gave them a baleful look and said sourly:

“I hope that you two don’t belong to that pleasant household over there.”

“No, we are from the next street,” replied one. “That fellow who lives opposite is a schoolmaster, and always grumpy.”

“We don’t come here to recite our lessons,” the other loafer added, “but for a snack and a drink at this hospitable counter!”

Ma Joong guffawed. He put a handful of coppers on the counter and called out to the proprietor:

“One pint of the best!”

The proprietor came forward hurriedly. He filled the cups to the brim and placed a new platter with dried fish and salted vegetables in front of them. He asked cheerfully:

“Where might you be coming from, stranger?”

Ma Joong drained his cup in one gulp and waited till the proprietor had refilled it. Then he said:

“I am the coachman of Mr. Wang, the big tea dealer from the capital. We arrived here this afternoon with three carts of tea cakes to be sold over the border. The master gave me three good silver pieces and told me to go and amuse myself. I meant to find myself a handsome wench. But I must have come to the wrong quarter!”

“Yes, in that case you are surely a long way from your destination,” the proprietor answered. “The barbarian beauties from over the border are located in the Northern Row, nearly an hour’s walk from here. The Chinese ladies live in the Southern Row, beyond the lotus lake in the southeastern corner of the city.” Then he added ingratiatingly: “But the women here won’t seem any good to a refined gentleman from the capital like you. Now yours must be a very lively profession. Why don’t you come in and tell us a few of your adventures on the road?”