The day after Lin had interrogated Li Wen-Tao, the prefect, I was on my way to see him. I took a satchel full of paper money with me — money supplied by Kubilai to fund our mission. My approach to the prefect this time was somewhat more conciliatory than my first entrance. Then, I had played the demon come to shake Li up. Now I wanted him to see me as his friend. Or at least as his compatriot in crime. I rode to the house by the river and dismounted, letting my horse be led away by one of Li’s servants. I slid the carved doors open and bowed as I entered the large, open room beyond. Li Wen-Tao sat as before in the centre of the room on a raised platform to emphasize his superiority. I had deliberately dressed in Chinee clothes rather than Mongol ones, and chosen a modest blue robe to match his own. For the time being I wanted him to see me as an equal, not as a visiting dignitary from the court of the Great Khan. He eyed me with suspicion, his little dark eyes looking like currants pressed into uncooked dough. He was eating from a small bowl with chopsticks made of ivory. Cautiously, not knowing what to expect of me, he indicated a seat beside him. I sat on it, and murmured something deferential with lowered eyes. Still his look was one of uncertainty. I didn’t blame him — I could have been leading him into a trap. I fed him a couple of my new Chinee words, and then tried him with the Mongol tongue. If he served Taitemir, he was bound to understand it.
‘I believe you convinced my master yesterday that all was in order concerning the case of Jianxu. He said he could find nothing to take you to task with. I congratulate you, Master Li.’
Cautiously optimistic now, Li waved his chopsticks, and wiped his sticky mouth with a napkin.
‘I exercised all diligence to come to the right conclusion.’
‘Ah yes. I am sure Taitemir was pleased with the outcome.’
At first he wasn’t sure how to take my comment. Was I suggesting that he had condemned Jianxu because that was what his overlord wanted? And was I thereby criticizing him, or praising him? I let him hang for a while, before smiling broadly.
‘It was just what I would have done.’
Li relaxed, and scooped up some more fish from his bowl, stuffing it in his mouth and chewing noisily. I paused before continuing.
‘But tell me, was Old Geng making himself a nuisance with Taitemir? Is that it? I understand he supplied goods to the household, and was always badgering them for money.’
Li laughed throatily, spitting out the remains of his food as he did so. Lin would not have liked such uncouth behaviour.
‘The fool believed he should be paid rather than think it a privilege that he supplied items to Taitemir. He was a miser, who was always complaining about having no money. Yet people would go to his house to borrow money, I am told. Though I must say there was a contrary rumour that had it that, ultimately, he was borrowing money himself. He probably put it around he had nothing as a rumour so that robbers wouldn’t come and steal from him.’
I joined in his laughter, while at the same time avoiding the spray of half-eaten food coming from his full, red lips.
‘Tell me, do you see many thieves in your court?’
‘Often. And I get many complaints from people claiming their neighbour has stolen this or that. I tell them to go away and sort it out for themselves, or to leave some funds at my disposal to ensure my investigations conclude satisfactorily.’ He winked at me knowingly. ‘I cannot clog the court up with neighbourly disputes, after all.’
‘Quite right too. Summary justice is the best form of justice. Next to that sort of justice whose progress is oiled with money.’ I let the comment hang in the air for a moment, then went on. ‘And the thieves you do see, do they come back regularly?’
Li shook his head regretfully.
‘I am afraid there are some who do not respond to a flogging, but come back in front of me time and again. Every time they repent, and claim to have seen the error of their ways as the law demands they do. Confession is an obligatory step in the moral purpose of the courts of law. But I still see some faces too often. Like Ho Shu-heng, for example. He is a thorn in my side — a small-time thief but a thief nevertheless.’
I marvelled at Li’s duplicity, casting scorn on the morals of others, when, by his own admission, he had his own snout in the trough taking bribes. I had been sure that was the case, and was about to test it now. I eased the satchel strap off my shoulder and let the flap fall open. Li’s eyes opened wide when he spotted the dark sheets of paper money stuffed inside. I feigned not to notice, but continued the conversation.
‘I should like to see this Ho person when next he appears in front of you. And how you deal with him. It will all contribute to our report on the way Jianxu’s case was handled when we report to the Great Khan. You will be rewarded for your cooperation, of course.’
Li lifted a hand of dismissal in the air, waving away my suggestion of payment.
‘My reward will be to have been of service to the Great Khan.’
However, I noticed that his eyes were still on the contents of my satchel. I nodded solemnly, and yet my hand still patted the bulging bag.
‘I understand perfectly, Master Li. Now I will take my leave, but I am sure we will speak again very soon.’
I had baited the hook, but wasn’t going to act too hastily. I wanted to let Li get his juices flowing and his eagerness to please me to a high pitch. I rose and left the prefect licking his lips. I don’t think it was the food this time that had him salivating, though.
When I got back to our temporary quarters, I saw Po Ku, Lin’s servant, hurrying towards me. He indicated that his master wanted to see me immediately, and led me to him. Lin was with another tall, handsome man, whom I immediately recognized. It was the writer of plays, Guan Han-Ching, whom we had last seen in T’ai-Yuan-Fu. Both men had serious looks on their faces. On seeing me, Lin came over with uncharacteristic speed. He was not one for hurried actions or thinking, but something perturbed him.
‘Nick. Good, you are here. Guan has been telling me about his new play.’
‘Oh?’
For the life of me, I couldn’t imagine why that would have worried Lin so much. Why would the trifle of a bit of play-acting be a problem? On the other hand, I was glad to see Guan, because it meant the acting troupe was in town also. I wanted to speak to Tien-jan Hsiu, the actress who had played the part of Empress Tu upon my arrival in T’ai-Yuan-Fu, about a matter related to the prefect, and something I could not speak to Lin about. I smiled at Guan, and went to shake his hand. He took my hand briefly in the Chinee way, but did not smile. Lin came up beside me.
‘Tell Master Zuliani what you have just told me, Guan.’
Guan nodded, and cleared his throat.
‘I was telling Master Lin that I want to write about Jianxu. You know I was personally involved in the petition that brought you here. Well, I want to see justice done, as I told you when we met last time.’
‘Yes and that is why we are here.’
Guan did not like my interjection, with its pointed reference to the fact that justice would be best served by Lin and me alone. He shook his head.
‘You will have to excuse me, but we think differently.’
It was his turn to emphasize that little word, and claim the high ground. Not for the first time I wondered why educated men should think themselves so much better than any others at knowing the truth. In my experience truth was something even the lowest had intimate knowledge of. It’s just that they didn’t have the power to express it. Guan, however, was ploughing on.