‘Is it true?’ he asked, clutching at Akitada’s hands. ‘It is not a trick?’
‘It’s not a trick.’
Fuhito staggered up. ‘But who? And how?’
Kobe looked at Akitada and shook his head slightly.
Akitada said, ‘When Tojiro struck his father, he fell and hit his head. He was unconscious, and the boy panicked. I think, later, your grandson decided that you must have gone to finish the job. Both of you thought the other was the murderer.’
‘I believed him.’ Fuhito ran a trembling hand over his face, wiping away the tears. ‘And I found the body.’
‘Someone else went in to speak to Lord Kiyowara after Tojiro left.’
Fuhito frowned. ‘But- ‘ He stopped when he saw Kobe’s face.
Akitada said, ‘I think you’d better tell him.’
Kobe glowered at Fuhito. ‘If you tell anyone, I’ll have you and your grandson thrown in jail for lying.’
Fuhito raised both hands. ‘I don’t want to know, sir.’
Akitada said, ‘You will have to know or you’ll think a terrible injustice was done. Lady Aoi confessed to killing Lord Kiyowara because he raped her.’
Fuhito’s hands still shook a little and he tucked them under his arms. ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Oh, I see.’ He shook his head. ‘Terrible. What will happen to Tojiro?’
Kobe said, ‘There is still the matter of your grandson setting fires. We were about to ask him about that. You can come along.’
A guard unlocked Tojiro’s cell. They found him sitting with his elbows on his knees on some old straw mats. Nearby stood a slop bucket. The boy was chained to the wall.
When he saw them, and his grandfather with them, he got to his feet. ‘I’m sorry for what I’ve done, Grandfather,’ he said quickly. ‘Please do not concern yourself.’
Fuhito sobbed as he went to take the boy in his arms. ‘Hush, Tojiro,’ he said. ‘You did not kill your father. And neither did I.’
Tojiro looked astonished and checked with Akitada and Kobe. Akitada nodded, but Kobe said, ‘You have been cleared of the murder charge, but there are many other things still to be explained.’ He glanced at the stinking slop bucket. ‘In my office. Guard, take his chains off.’
They gathered in Kobe’s office, along with a clerk to take notes. Fuhito could not stop weeping, but he did so silently, wiping his face surreptitiously with his sleeve.
Kobe began the questioning. ‘What is your true name?’
‘Kiyowara Tojiro.’
Akitada produced the amulet in its silk bag and tossed it to Tojiro. ‘This is yours. Given to you by Abbot Shokan. What happened to your religious name?’
Tojiro flushed. He did not touch the amulet. ‘I took back my own name. I’m not cut out to be a monk.’
Kobe snapped, ‘That’s pretty obvious, considering you went straight from the monastery to a life of crime.’
Tojiro shook his head. ‘I never committed a crime.’
‘What about the people you associated with? Koichi and his family are involved in the protection racket. And those youths you ran around with did worse than that. They have tortured and killed people.’
Tojiro shot his grandfather an uneasy glance. ‘Seiji and Ako gave me a place to stay after I ran away. And Koichi and Haru were good to me. I didn’t know at first that Takeo was… Well, that he could be violent and that he was a thief. Koichi only collects payment for services. That’s no crime.’
Kobe snorted. ‘What happens when a client doesn’t pay?’
Tojiro said uncertainly, ‘Nothing. He doesn’t get protection.’
‘And then he finds out just how badly he needs it, right?’
Tojiro looked away. ‘It wasn’t Koichi who set the fires. That was Takeo. Koichi punished him when he found out, and Takeo left home. Koichi was very angry.’ He paused. ‘After Takeo left, Koichi asked me to find out what he was up to.’
Kobe expressed his disbelief with another snort of derision.
Akitada asked, ‘Was it on one of those occasions that you ran into Tora and robbed him?’
Fuhito sucked in his breath sharply. ‘Tojiro?’ he asked. ‘Did you do that?’
Tojiro cried, ‘No, Grandfather. It wasn’t like that. I’d been following Takeo and his friends. I saw them set that fire, and they saw me. I didn’t want them to catch me. That’s when I ran into someone and we both fell down. I was picking up his coins to give them back, but he grabbed me before I could do so. Then the others came and I ran.’
Fuhito growled, ‘What happened to the coins?’
Tojiro looked down at his clenched hands. ‘They caught me on the next street and took the money away from me. I let them think that I’d been stealing so they’d believe I’d become one of them.’ He looked up at Akitada. ‘I’ll return the money. All of it. Tell your man I’ll find work and pay it all back.’
Fuhito pleaded, ‘He’s not a bad boy. He’s just fallen into bad company, and that is my fault. Could you accept his promise and mine that the money will be returned?’
Akitada nodded. ‘But that doesn’t clear him in the matter of the arson.’
Tojiro cried, ‘I told you. I was only watching them. Koichi was worried about Takeo.’
Kobe pursed his lips. ‘As your grandfather said, you kept bad company. Why should we believe you? Running away from a monastery is one thing, but most boys would go home to their parents and not join a gang of criminals.’
Fuhito covered his face. ‘I abandoned him,’ he sobbed. ‘I told him I would not take him back, that he had to return to Seikan-ji and be a man. That his future depended on it.’
Kobe greeted that with a doubtful, ‘Hmmm.’
Akitada asked, ‘Why could you not stay at Seikan-ji as your grandfather had asked you to? You were treated well and got a good education, didn’t you?’
Tojiro glanced at his weeping grandfather, then at Akitada. ‘You wouldn’t understand,’ he said dully. ‘I had to get away. I cannot be a monk. Nobody liked me. Every day they told me I must prepare myself to give up the world, that the world is nothingness and corruption and misery. But I knew better.’
Akitada suppressed a smile. When he was Tojiro’s age he, too, had run away. He had run from an authoritarian father and a cold and hostile mother to find affection elsewhere. He said, ‘Abbot Shokan expressed a great fondness for you,’ letting Tojiro interpret his words.
Tojiro moved his shoulders uncomfortably. ‘He was all right,’ he conceded. ‘Only, that made everyone else hate me the more.’
Akitada and Kobe made eye contact. Akitada willed the superintendent to be generous, and after a moment, Kobe said, ‘Will you help us bring the guilty to justice?’
Fear flashed in Tojiro’s eyes. ‘I’ll give you the names of Takeo and his friends, but I’m not getting Koichi and Haru in trouble.’
‘Takeo is dead, and we already have Koichi and his daughter. We need the other boys.’
Tojiro jumped up. ‘You’ve arrested Koichi and Haru? They haven’t done anything. I told you. Koichi only collects fees for a man who’s served in the eastern armies. His name is Sergeant Umako. Sergeant Umako keeps small merchants safe from criminals, and they pay him a small fee every month. Besides, he and Haru own the Fragrant Peach in the western city. It’s Takeo who’s been trouble, not his family.’
Akitada and Kobe exchanged looks again. Kobe smiled. ‘Koichi and his two deaf mute friends work an illegal racket. If those merchants don’t pay their fees, someone burns down their houses.’
‘No. You’re wrong.’ Tojiro clenched his hands and looked from one to the other. ‘I know better. They’re not criminals. I told you I’ve been staying with Seiji and Ako. Ako’s married to Seiji.’
Fuhito sighed deeply. ‘Because I told my grandson that I would not take him back the next time he ran away, he went to my daughter’s former maid, Ako. I did not know she was married.’
Tojiro said, ‘They were kind to me. You just don’t know how hard it is for people like them. They’re good people.’
‘Hmmm,’ muttered Kobe, looking from the distraught boy to his distraught grandfather. ‘Whatever they are, I think we’ll turn you over to your grandfather for the time being. Just don’t run away again or I’ll see to it that you go to trial.’