Harry pushed through the crowd. “I asked you to get him out of town, and you didn’t.”
“You also said he was after you. Why would he kill Haruko? Did they even know each other?”
“I doubt it.”
“It was a sudden homicidal impulse?”
“Maybe. And he carried a head box, like a Boy Scout. ‘Be Prepared.’”
“Harry, if Ishigami and Haruko didn’t have a relationship, then someone else was involved.”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re holding back. I promise, no matter how bad it is, I’ll help, but you have to help me, too. Did you have a fight with Michiko over Haruko?”
“No.”
“The fact is, Harry, you have a reputation for women, and Michiko has a reputation for a temper.”
“Leave Michiko out of this.”
“Okay, okay. Did anyone see you at the ballroom?”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s good. Where were you?”
“At the golf course.”
“With…?”
“Actually, I was talking to the ambassador.”
“The American ambassador? That’s great.”
“Not really. He didn’t hear me.”
Gen laughed. “Really? Did he see you?”
“No.”
Gen wore a smile that suggested he was enjoying a stick of Wrigley’s. “That’s one hell of an alibi. That’s rich. Anyone else?”
“Yoshitaki.”
“Of Yoshitaki Lines? Forget it, he has lawyers. He never talks to the police about anything. What did you want to talk to the ambassador about?”
“I ran into my old friend Hooper. He said the ambassador wanted to talk to me. It turned out he didn’t.”
“I wonder what it was about.”
“We’ll never know.”
The pillowy glow of paper lanterns led to the temple steps. Inside but visible, a row of monks with shaved heads chanted to the beat of a hanging drum. Sweating from steady effort, they repeated sutras over and over like oars pulling through deep water, while a younger monk shook brass cylinders containing fortunes to be sold. Fortunes were sold everywhere, in the forms of paper lilies that opened in water, paper letters with invisible ink, dream papers to take to bed. And prayers, too, with the purchase of candles, joss sticks or the toss of a coin through a temple grate. From the top step, Harry watched smoke billow from the joss sticks set in a great bronze urn. More than ever, people needed a prayer or hope for a son or brother just called to duty. They paid no mind to Gen or Harry.
Gen said, “How are you going to find Michiko in this mob?”
“I’m not going to sit still while Ishigami hunts her down.”
“Why would he? You said he was after you.”
“He’s gotten ambitious.”
“So you have seen him. What happened?”
Harry had never told Gen about the Chinese prisoners in Nanking, and he did not intend to get into the subject of DeGeorge. Haruko was bad enough.
“Ishigami came to my place last night and saw Michiko with me.”
“He’s after you but didn’t touch you?”
“Remember Sergeant Shozo and Corporal Go? They came by to ask some questions and scared Ishigami off.”
“Last night? What time?”
“Three in the morning.”
“For questions?”
“Oil-tank questions, Hawaii questions.” Harry caught the shift to impassivity on Gen’s face. The American breeziness always could be dropped like a mask. “They’re talking to someone in Naval Operations. Someone on your end is leaking like a sieve.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Nothing.”
“Good. Nothing about the Magic Show? Nothing about the C in C?”
“No.”
“Terrific. Look, Harry, the navy will protect you, but you’ve got to be honest. First, you’re lying about China. Colonel Ishigami isn’t going to chase you around Tokyo over a couple of cars you appropriated years ago in Nanking. Something else happened there. Second, you’re lying about last night. The colonel has a sense of honor. He wouldn’t harm a woman unless she had betrayed him in a personal way. How could Michiko or Haruko do that if they didn’t know him? Why would he hurt either one? Sometimes I think you lie like other people whistle. Do you know why I came by the ballroom? I was looking for you. Sergeant Shozo did you the favor of calling me to say you were one inch away from a prison cell. I vouched for you and went all over town to warn you, and what do I see when I find you?”
“It wasn’t pretty.”
“You used to be a lot slicker. I hate to say it, but you’ve lost your touch.”
“Yeah, I agree.”
Harry could see half of the temple and the park, the world where he and Gen had once run wild. And Taro, Jiro, Tetsu, even Hajime. The stalls and souvenir stands were designed for boys with deft hands and quick feet. Escape routes had led around the pond, behind the Buddhas, in back of the shrine and out to the movie crowds on the Rokku.
“Once a con man, always a con man,” Gen said.
“I guess so.”
“So I’ll just ask you to be honest about one thing. One thing, and we’ll let the rest slide.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you fix the Long Beach books? The changes in the oil ledger, did Long Beach make them or did you?”
“Me? I only looked at those books because the navy asked me to.”
“Maybe you did more than that. Maybe you altered the numbers for Long Beach Oil, Manzanita and Petromar. Did you, Harry?”
“I’m looking over there.” Harry started down the steps toward the torii gate at the other end of the temple grounds. “I’m searching for a killer and you’re talking about oil?”
“Because oil is more important. Tell me about the oil tanks in Hawaii. Are they real or not?”
“I don’t know. I told you about the loudmouth in Shanghai-”
“I know the story. The bar, the whores, the drunk who boasted about the tanks. I know the story back and forth. So I’m going to ask you if you made it up. It will be between the two of us, just tell me the truth.”
“It’s like I told you. Do secret tanks actually exist? I doubt it.”
“You know that once the possibility is planted, doubts don’t matter.”
“I only passed on what I heard. What you make of it is up to you.”
“What we make of it can be very big, Harry.”
Harry understood Gen’s predicament. He was the poor Asakusa boy made good, the C in C’s protégé, the hero of the Magic Show. He had brought the rumor of the Hawaiian tanks to the attention of Naval Operations. If there were a strike on Pearl, Operations would want to know exactly what to hit. Gen’s career was on the line. All the same, Harry said, “That’s up to you. I’m looking for Michiko.”
Gen stayed at his shoulder. “Did you make up everything? Are the tanks a con?”
“I have no idea. What does it matter? What’s so urgent about Hawaii?”
Gen said nothing, but the two men came to a stop. This was the point in a game where you turned up the cards, Harry thought. He said, “Is it too late to tell your friends in Naval Operations to turn the ships around?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s happening, isn’t it? I saw Tojo taking an innocent ride in the park today, and I knew then it was a matter of hours. You know why I’ve done so well at cards over the years? The Japanese are lousy bluffers. They have too much honor, too much face. I don’t have either, so I’ve always had the odds on my side. You understand odds?”
Gen looked like a fighter rattled by a combination. “I’ve heard this before.”
“But you haven’t understood. Odds are the long run. In the short run, you may sink the American fleet, burn all the oil, send Hawaii under the sea. But you won’t win, because the other side will just produce more fleets, more oil and more islands if it needs to.” Harry started down the steps again. “I can’t believe someone as smart as Yamamoto went along with this.”
“The C in C does as he is ordered.”
“Doesn’t matter. You may win the battle, but in the long run, you can’t win the war. The odds are too high.”
“That’s what you want.”
“No, that’s not at all what I want.”