Goto spat, stuck out his chest, and glanced around importantly. He said in a belligerent tone, “I want to see that dead man.”

“Why?” Akitada looked the fishmonger and his supporters over. They appeared the type that scraped by with a minimum of work and a maximum of resentment for authority. As a rule they proved too cowardly to cause real trouble.

“My brother’s missing and I’m thinking it may be him,” the fishmonger said. “And if it’s Ogai, you’ve got to arrest that bastard Kimura for his murder.” He looked at his companions, who muttered in agreement.

Akitada frowned but decided not to make an issue of the man’s disrespectful manner. “Is your brother a monk?”

“A monk? Not Ogai!” Goto and his companions burst into raucous laughter.

Akitada was about to send them away, when Goto said, “Ogai’s a soldier. On leave from the garrison.”

Akitada considered this. A soldier? True, not only monks shaved their heads. Soldiers did also, to prevent lice, a common plague in close barracks quarters.

“Come on then. Just you.” Akitada strode off toward the jail, Hitomaro following.

In the jail cell, Dr. Oyoshi was just sponging the nude body. “Oh,” he said, “you’re back already.” His eyes fell on Goto. “Is there a problem?”

“No. Just a matter of identification. Well, man? Is it your brother?”

The fishmonger peered, turned green, and slunk back, nodding. “Yes, that’s him. P-poor Ogai! That bastard Kimura did that to him! It’s terrible!” He wiped his eyes with filthy hands.

“Come outside. Hitomaro, a cup of water.”

In the yard, the fishmonger took some deep breaths and drank. “Thanks,” he said. “Made me sick, to see that. Ogai’s been the best brother a man ever had. We were as close as a snail and his house, Ogai and me. But him and that Kimura—” He shook a fist. “May a hundred demons tear out his guts and scatter them on the mountaintops. They got into a fight over a dice game. Kimura said he’d kill him and he did. I can show your constables where Kimura lives so they can arrest him.”

“When was that quarrel?” Akitada asked.

“Two weeks ago, and the very next day Ogai was gone. The garrison says he never signed in. They came to arrest him for desertion and searched my house and asked the neighbors questions. Only nobody’s seen him.” He jerked his head toward his companions. “They’ll tell you.”

“No doubt,” Akitada said dryly. “Why did you not report your brother’s disappearance earlier?”

Goto looked down at his bare feet. “Ogai was home on leave. I thought he’d just gone on a little trip before going back. But then the soldiers came for him and I got worried. Then I heard about the body at the tribunal gate...Holy Buddha! What that animal did to my poor brother!”

“Hmm. How did you recognize him? Any special marks?”

The man shook his head. “No, but I’d know my brother anywhere.”

Akitada regarded the man through narrowed eyes. “How old was your brother?”

Goto suddenly looked nervous. “Thirty-five. But-he looked older.”

“I see. We will investigate your charge. Give my lieutenant the particulars.”

“You’ll arrest Kimura today?”

“You will be notified when your case comes up.”

The fishmonger began to look belligerent again. “I won’t be put off because I’m a poor man and Ogai’s just a soldier.”

“Come along!” Hitomaro growled, giving him a shove toward the main courtyard.

“Excellency?” Oyoshi met Akitada at the door of the jail. “Did that fellow say his brother was in his thirties and a soldier?”

“Yes. He was lying, I’m afraid.”

“Even aside from the fact that the poor man in there never did any physical work, he must have been at least fifty years old. His shaven crown made me think he was a monk.”

“I know. Soldiers shave their heads sometimes, but I suspect his deceitful identification was part of a plot to discredit me. No doubt once we arrest this Kimura and charge him, someone will produce the brother, hale and hearty. They’ll have a good laugh and Kimura will charge me with false arrest.”

“Ah!” Oyoshi nodded. “I was afraid there was something brewing in town. You may wonder that I did not warn you, but I am not universally trusted, in spite of my professional repute.”

“I see. Well, as my coroner you may well find yourself completely ostracized. If you would prefer not to serve, I understand.”

Oyoshi smiled a little sadly. “Not at all, Excellency. I was surprised and honored by your confidence. And,” he added, pointing to the corpse inside the cell, “my professional curiosity is aroused. There is something odd about that one.”

“Good!” Akitada said briskly. “But if the rest of your examination can wait a little, I think I would like your opinion on the other body first.”

“Of course.”

Tora and Hitomaro had put the dead Uesugi servant in the armory. This building, like the granary, was empty of its customary contents. The old man’s body lay on the floor, covered with a straw mat. Akitada pulled the mat back.

Oyoshi sucked in his breath. “Hideo! What happened to him?” He fell to his knees beside the body. “Oh, dear. Does the boy know?”

“No. The youngster asked me to find his grandfather after the funeral yesterday, but Kaibara took the child away before I could ask questions. I remembered hearing a cry when I was in the west gallery during the banquet, so we went to Takata and had a look. The body was at the foot of the cliff below the north pavilion. I expect Uesugi will claim it was a suicide.”

Oyoshi shook his head. “Hideo would never commit suicide. He dotes on his little grandson. Excuse me.” He made a quick but thorough examination. When he was done, he rose.

“Poor Hideo,” he murmured. “He died from the fall all right. Most of his bones are broken. But the injuries to the face suggest that he was beaten shortly—very shortly—before his death. I regret that there is no physical evidence of murder, but I would stake my life on it that it was not suicide.”

Akitada nodded. “Thank you. It is as I thought. Please put your findings about both bodies in separate reports. I shall call you during this afternoon’s hearing.”

When they returned to the main courtyard, the fishmonger and his friends had gone, but Tora was back. He was talking to Hitomaro. They came up quickly, and Hitomaro said, “We’d like to follow that fellow Goto.”

“What is on your minds?”

Tora said, “Hito thinks that bastard was lying.”