Miss Ting wanted to make an angry remark, but now Judge Dee intervened. He addressed the poet coldly: "You interrupt my conversation, Mr. Tsung. I must also inform you that I have but a feeble sense of humour. Reserve your witticisms for a more appreciative audience." And to Kuan: "I have to go up and change for the banquet. Don't bother to see me out!"

Motioning Tao Gan to follow him he went out, closing the door in the face of the disconcerted director. He said to his lieutenant: "Before I go up, I'll try to find Mo Mo-te. You stay here and drink a few more rounds with those people. I perceive all kinds of undercurrents. You must try to find out what's going on. By the way, what did that paltry poet mean with his plus and minus?"

Tao Gan looked embarrassed. He cleared his throat, then replied: "They are coarse terms used in the street, Your Honour. Plus means man and minus woman."

"I see. Well, when Miss Ou-yang turns up, try to verify how long she was downstairs. She can't have been in two places at the same time!"

"That poet may have lied about meeting her in the hall, sir! And again when he pretended that he hadn't seen her talking to us. It's true that the corridor is very narrow, and that we were standing in between, but he could hardly have missed seeing her!"

"If Tsung Lee spoke the truth," the judge remarked, "the girl we talked to in the corridor must have been Miss Pao, posing as Miss Ou-yang. But no, that's wrong! The girl we met kept her arm close to her body and Miss Pao used both her arms when she gripped the balustrade, frightened by Mo's swordplay on the stage. I can't make head or tail of it! Find out what you can, then come up to my room!"

He took the lantern from Tao Gan, and went to the stairs. Tao Gan went back into the actors' room.

Judge Dee thought he remembered the way to the store-room well enough. While climbing the staircase in the next building he noticed that his back and legs were aching. He wondered whether that was due to his cold or to the unaccustomed going up and down stairs all the time. He thought he rather liked Kuan, but Tsung Lee was the type of fresh youngster he had small use for. The poet seemed to be on very friendly terms with the actors. Apparently he was interested in Miss Pao, but since she was about to become a nun there seemed to be little hope for the poet there. His indelicate doggerel about Miss Ting suggested a relation between her and Miss Ou-yang. But the morals of those people were no concern of his. It was Mo Mo-te who interested him.

He heaved a sigh when at last he found himself on the draughty landing on the floor above the temple nave. Through the lattice-work he heard the monotonous chant of the monks coming up from the well, apparently performing vespers.

Upon entering the corridor on his right he was astonished to see that there was no light. But when he held his lantern high, he realized that he had taken the wrong passage. There were no windows on the wall on his right, and this passage was narrower than the one leading to the store-room. Cobwebs hung from the low rafters. He was about to turn around and retrace his steps, when he suddenly heard a murmur of voices.

He stood still and listened, wondering where the whispers might be coming from. The corridor was deserted, and at the end there was a heavy iron grille. He walked up to the entrance, but there the vague whispers were drowned by the chant of the monks. With a puzzled frown he walked back to the middle of the passage, looking for a door.

Here he heard the whispering again, but he couldn't make out one word of what was being said. Suddenly he caught his own name: Dee Jen-djieh.

Then everything was silent.

The judge tugged angrily at his beard. The ghostly voice had disturbed him more than he cared to admit. Then he took hold of himself. Probably some monks were talking about him in another room or passage near there. Often the echo played queer tricks in such old buildings. He stood listening for a while, but did not hear anything. The whispers had ceased.

Shrugging his shoulders he walked back to the landing. He now saw that he had indeed taken a wrong turn. The passage leading to the store-room was on the other side. He quickly walked around the well, and now found the right corridor. He recognized the three narrow windows on his right. The door of the store-room was standing ajar. He heard voices coming from inside.

As he went in he saw to his disappointment that there were only two monks. They were busy with the lock of a large box of red-lacquered leather. He didn't see Mo Mo-te, but a quick glance at the wall on the left showed that the round iron helmet was now hanging in its place above the coat of mail, and that the long sword had been put back in the scabbard. He asked the elder man: "Have you seen the actor Mo Mo-te?"

"No, Your Honour," the monk answered. "But we have just come in. We must have missed him."

The man spoke politely enough, but the judge didn't like the surly look of the younger monk, a tall, broad-shouldered fellow who stared at him suspiciously.

"I wanted to compliment him on his skill in sword-fighting," Judge Dee said casually. Apparently the actor had returned to Kuan's room, and there Tao Gan would keep an eye on him.

He set out on the long way to his own quarters on the third floor of the east wing.

He felt very tired when at last he knocked on the door of the dressing room. One of the maids opened the door. The others were preparing the rice for the evening meal on the brazier in the corner.

In the bedroom Judge Dee found his three wives gathered around the tea table, engaged in a game of dominoes. As they rose to greet him, his First Lady said with satisfaction: "You are just in time for a game, before we start dinner."

The judge looked wistfully at the pieces on the table, for dominoes was his favourite game. He said: "Much to my regret I can't have dinner with you here. I have to take part in the banquet the abbot is giving downstairs. There's a former Imperial Tutor staying here, too. I couldn't possibly refuse."

"Good Heavens!" his First Lady exclaimed, "that means that I must pay a courtesy visit to his wife!"

"No, the Tutor is a widower. But I'll have to call on him before the banquet. Take my ceremonial robes out, will you?" He blew his nose vigorously.

"I am glad that I won't have to get dressed!" she said with relief. "But it's a shame that you should be up and about. You certainly have a head-cold. Look, your eyes are watering!"

While she opened the clothes box and started to lay out Judge Dee's green brocade robe, his third wife said: "I'll make you a poultice of orange peel. If you keep that around your head, you'll feel much better tomorrow!"

"How can I attend the banquet with a bandage round my head!" the judge exclaimed aghast. "I'd look like a fool!"

"You can pull your cap down over it, can't you?" his First Lady said practically as she helped him change. "Nobody'll notice it!"

The judge mumbled some protests but his third wife had already taken a handful of dried orange rinds from their medicine chest and was putting them in a bowl of hot water. When they were well soaked, his second wife wrapped them up in a linen bandage and together they wound it tightly around his head. His First Lady pulled his velvet cap well down and said: "There you are, it doesn't show at all!"

Judge Dee thanked them. He promised that he would come up as soon as the banquet was over. When he was at the door, he turned round and added: "All kinds of people are about here tonight, so you'd better keep the door to the corridor locked and barred, and let nobody in before the maids have ascertained who it is."

He went into the dressing room, where Tao Gan stood waiting for him. The judge told the maids to go to the bedroom and serve tea to his wives. He sat down with Tao Gan at the corner table and asked in a low voice: "Did Mo Mo-te go to Kuan's room? I just missed him."