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I didn’t know that and left it at the inn while I went to call on a customer in the city. I didn’t get back till evening rice. Too late to leave by then.”
     
    “I see. What about your companions?”
     
    Umehara looked uneasy. “They’re strangers.”
     
    “They arrived after you?”
     
    “The actor must’ve come late the first night. I found him there in the kitchen when I woke up. People like that keep late hours. And Takagi came the next day after I’d left to take care of my business.”
     
    “What about the two pieces of gold they found on you?”
     
    His eyes widened with fear. “They were mine. I swear it.” He nearly wept again and looked at Akitada beseechingly. “I don’t like to carry loose coins, so I always change my coppers into gold. I tried to tell the constables, but they said I was lying. Your Honor, I swear I’m innocent. Buddha’s my witness.”
     
    “Hmm. So during the night of the murder you slept on the kitchen floor with your two companions?”
     
    Umehara nodded, sniffed, and wiped his nose on his sleeve.
     
    “They were, as you said, strangers to you, yet you were not afraid that they might steal your gold?”
     
    Again Umehara became evasive. “They looked decent enough. Just hardworking fellows like me.”
     
    Akitada raised his brows, but only asked, “Did they get up during the night?”
     
    “I don’t know. I sleep like the dead.”
     
    An unfortunate remark, but Umehara apparently was not aware of it.
     
    “So now we come to the morning after the murder. Why did you all leave the inn together before anyone was up?”
     
    “We knew there wouldn’t be any food in the morning and wanted to make an early start.” He shook his head. “I could’ve made good money. So many customers still to visit in the northern part of the province. A lot of orders, what with winter coming. Why, I could have earned at least another gold piece. And now my money’s gone—and I’ve lost my customers, too.”
     
    Akitada nodded to Hitomaro, who helped Umehara up and led him from the room. Akitada winced when he saw the blood stains on the back of the man’s jacket.
     
    Tora said, “You see what I mean? That dried plum hasn’t got the willpower to say ‘boo’ to a mouse. He’d never have the get-up to kill someone.”
     
    “It does not take much strength to slit the throat of a sick old man,” said Akitada. “A woman could do it.”
     
    Hamaya looked up from his notes. “Besides, there were three of them.”
     
    “The other two are worse.”
     
    “Really? You intrigue me.” Akitada rubbed his stomach. “I grant you,” he muttered, “it’s strange that a man who faces a sentence for murder should worry about his business losses.”
     
    Tora snorted. “If you think him strange, just wait.”
     
    The next person teetered in on tall wooden sandals. For a moment, Akitada wondered if he was looking at a woman in man’s garb. His visitor moved with painful, mincing steps and waving arms. Small and pudgy, he or she was dressed in a flamboyant silk robe and had a red silk scarf around the head. Though much younger than Umehara, the smooth, round-cheeked face made it difficult to guess age or gender. The creature collapsed in a heap in front of Akitada, raised tearful eyes and cried in a childishly high voice, “Oh, blessed Kannon, protect Okano! He cannot bear any more. He is dying!” and burst into noisy sobs.
     
    “Who is this?” Akitada asked, astonished. “Where is Okano?”
     
    “That’s Okano.” Tora grinned.
     
    Hitomaro added, “He says he’s a ‘theatrical performer’ from Otsu, between engagements and on his way to visit relatives in the mountains when he was arrested.”
     
    Okano howled pitifully. Akitada thought he detected a trace of perfume among the stench of blood and sweat.
     
    “Is he badly injured?”
     
    Hitomaro shrugged. “He got a beating. I’d say a bit less than Umehara.”
     
    Okano wailed.
     
    “I see.