He had done everything he could, the Settlement had been combed and soldiers were again going through Drunk Town and the village. The Yoshiwara was more difficult. Weapons were not allowed, access to Inns was almost impossible without breaking and entering, a hideous idea and bound to create an international incident. If he did it, then samurai at their Gates would insist on the same right. In the beginning of the Settlement it had been agreed, so long as there was no rioting, the Yoshiwara was to be left alone to float and to serve.
"He says he cannot go back without Hiraga and Hiraga was promised to Lord Yoshi today."
Sir William bit back the oath. Instead he said sweetly, "Please ask him to wait.
At the guard house. Surely Hiraga will be found soon, if he is still here."
"He says, Still here? If not here, where is he?"
"If I knew I would certainly fetch him for Lord Yoshi. Perhaps he has escaped, to Yedo or Kanagawa or somewhere." Even Sir William was shocked at the black rage in Abeh's face who spat out some Japanese, turned on his heel and stomped out.
"Rude bugger!"
"He said, Hiraga had better be found, Sir William." Tyrer rubbed his unshaven face, feeling filthy and anxious to have a bath, massage and siesta before Fujiko. Most of his fatigue had immediately dissolved by the joyous news that Hiraga was not locked up and in irons. "Have to feel sorry for Abeh, sir. He can't go back without Nak--without Hiraga, more than his life's worth."
"Well, that's his problem. Have you any idea where Nakama would be?"
"No sir, if he's not in the village or the Yoshiwara."
"You might try and find out, obviously it's important." Sir William looked up at Babcott. "Now, more important. George, the patient? Was it Anjo?"
"Yes."
"Tallyho! Phillip, you look exhausted, no need for you to wait, we can talk later.
George can fill me in. If Nakama-Hiraga appears you bloody clap him in irons at once. At once!"
"Yes sir, thank you sir. Before I go, can I ask what happened in Hong Kong?" The moment they had arrived both had asked, noticing anxiously that Prancing Cloud had returned, but Sir William had said, First Abeh.
"It's all quiet in Hong Kong, all quiet here, thank God." He told them about the funeral, Hoag returning and why. "The reason's supposed to be confidential but it's common knowledge. So it's a waiting game, Tess is waiting, it seems Angelique has agreed to wait, so Hoag says, not that she can do much else. She is, or she's not."
Babcott said, "If she's not she'll know in a few days. And so will we."
"Christ," Tyrer muttered. "What happens: if she is or if she's not?"
Sir William shrugged. "We have to wait too. Now off you go, Phillip. Whisky or brandy, George? Do you mind bringing me up-to-date now--you're not too tired?"
"No." The two men were alone. "Brandy, please. Yedo was very interesting."
"Health! And?"
"Health. Before Yedo, do we know more about Hong Kong?"
Sir William smiled. The men were old friends, and Babcott Deputy Minister. "It went perfectly. Yes. Tess wrote privately to thank me. Most of it I can tell you now: Hoag brought three letters for Angelique, she doesn't know this by the way.
One Hoag gave her at once and told me there was no noticeable reaction one way or the other, no clue, he presumed it was just asking her to wait. Tess confirmed the contents of that letter to me, that she proposed a lull until it was established if Angelique was pregnant or not. If Angelique has her period, he gives her one letter, if not he waits to the second month to make sure and he gives her the other. Hoag swore he does not know the contents, nor did Tess reveal them in her letter to me."
He sipped his whisky, his face set. "One issue Tess wrote that, I'm afraid, indicates her thinking: Struan's solicitors are drafting a brief to nullify in court, the "Ludicrous Ceremony"--she puts that in caps--whatever the legality or illegality, whatever the pregnancy result, and to contest any will if one is found there or in the Japans."
"My God! Poor Angelique... how awful!"
"An emphatic yes to that. My letter asking for forbearance had no effect. Bloody, eh?" Sir William stalked to his desk and brought out a dispatch. "This is what I really wanted to discuss --highly confidential of course."
Babcott turned up the oil lamp.
Daylight was fading fast. The Governor of Hong Kong wrote formally: My dear Sir William, thank you for your dispatch of the 13th. I'm afraid it's not possible to send extra troops at the moment. I have just heard from London that all troops are needed elsewhere, that budgetary considerations preclude raising new levies in India or elsewhere so you will have to do with what you have. However, I am sending another 20-gun, sailing frigate, H.m.s. Avenger, on temporary loan.
Rest assured if there is a major attack on Yokohama, in due course the attack will be punished.
I am instructed by London to inform you of the following directives for immediate prudent action: you will collect the indemnity demanded, together with possession of the murderers (or witness their trial and execution), you will punish and bring to heel the petty tyrant responsible, Sanjiro of Satsuma. I am to advise you further that the Naval and Army forces you presently have at your disposal are considered more than adequate to deal with one petty princeling.
Babcott whistled tonelessly. At length he said, "They're a bunch of idiots, the whole bloody lot."
Sir William laughed. "I rather thought the same. But having said that, what do you think?"
""Immediate prudent action"? That's a negation."
"Diplomatic verbiage to cover their tails, obviously."
"We have the indemnity, we..."
"The bullion was advanced on Sanjiro's behalf. It was a loan not a payment by the guilty party."
"True. And both murderers are dead, probably."
"Yes, by chance and not one hundred percent certain and not as punishment for the crime."
"Well yes. We..." Babcott looked at him and sighed. "What do I think? Between us I think you've already decided to launch a punitive strike against Sanjiro, probably at Kagoshima, particularly as Yoshi gave you tacit approval."
"Possible approval. Is the dispatch and are my answers enough to convince Ketterer a strike, if any, is authorized?"
"No doubt about that, they've given you directives. The dispatch clearly makes it obligatory, however stupid and however much I disapprove of it."
"Because you're a doctor?"
"Yes."
"If you ever have to take charge, George, I hope you'll forget that you are."
"You don't have to say that, William. I know which side my butter is breaded. Meanwhile Put not your trust in princes, bureaucrats or generals they will plead expedience while spilling your blood from a safe distance." He raised his glass. "To London. Christ, I'm tired."
"Meanwhile remember that Machiavelli also said, The safety of the State is the overriding duty of the ruler, or some such platitude." His eyes crinkled. "Now Anjo."
Babcott told him. And being asked, gave his considered diagnosis. "Six months. A year, no more. Subject to my tests."
"Interesting." Sir William thought long and hard. Outside night had settled, the fleet bedding down. He closed the curtains against the drafts, went over to the fire and poked a blaze. "Putting that aside for the moment, my inclination is to order an immediate naval presence off Kagoshima, immediate bombardment if Sanjiro gives us no satisfaction--as much for Yoshi's benefit, Anjo and his Council of Elders as for scallywag Sanjiro, especially Yoshi."