The Emperor's Pearl: A Judge Dee Mystery (Judge Dee Mystery Series) Read online

  THE EMPEROR’S PEARL

  A Judge Dee Mystery

  by

  ROBERT VAN GULIK

  With eight illustrations

  drawn by the author in Chinese style

  THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS

  The University of Chicago Press, Chicago 60637

  © Robert H. Van Gulik, 1963

  All Rights Reserved. Originally Published 1963.

  University of Chicago Press Edition 1994.

  Printed in the United States of America

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  ISBN 0-226-84872-8 (pbk.)

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Gulik, Robert Hans van, 1910-1967.

  The Emperor’s Pearl : a Judge Dee Mystery / by

  Robert Van Gulik : With eight illustrations drawn by the author in Chinese style.

  P. Cm.—(Judge Dee mysteries)

  1. Dee Jen-Djieh (Fictitious character)—Fiction.

  2. Judges—China—Fiction. I. Title. II. Series:

  Gulik, Robert Hans van, 1910-1967.

  Judge Dee mystery.

  PR9130.9.G8E63 1994

  823’.914—dc20 93-50923

  CIP

  The paper used in this publication meets the minimum requirements of the American National Standard for Information Sciences—Permanence of Paper for Printed Library Materials, ANSI Z39.48-1992.

  eISBN: 9780226849072

  Contents

  Illustration

  I

  II

  III

  IV

  V

  VI

  VII

  VIII

  IX

  X

  XI

  XII

  XIII

  XIV

  XV

  XVI

  XVII

  XVIII

  XIX

  XX

  ILLUSTRATIONS

  Judge Dee Receives Mr Kou and Dr Pien

  An Encounter by the Waterside

  ‘I am a sick man, Mister Sergeant’

  The Judge and Hoong Make a Discovery

  Judge Dee Takes Leave of Miss Liang

  The Judge Has Tea in a Curio-Shop

  Mr Kwang is Questioned in the Tribunal

  The White Goddess

  There is a plan of Mr Kou's library on page 149, and pages 6-7 show a picture of the dragonboat races.

  DRAMATIS PERSONAE

  Note that in Chinese the surname—here printed in capitals—precedes the personal name

  I

  A tall man was lighting a stick of incense on the altar of the River Goddess.

  After he had stuck it in the bronze burner, he looked up at the serene face of the life-size statue, lit by the uncertain light of the only oil-lamp that hung from the smoke-blackened rafters of the small shrine. The goddess seemed to smile, faintly.

  ‘Yes, you may well be happy!’ the man said bitterly. ‘Over in your sacred grove, you took her away from me just when I was about to sprinkle you with her blood. But tonight I have chosen a new victim for you, duly prepared for sacrifice. This time I shall…’

  He checked himself and cast an anxious glance at the old priest in a tattered brown robe, sitting on the bench at the entrance of the shrine. The priest looked out over the river-bank, gaily decorated with coloured lampions, then bent again over his prayer-book. He paid not the slightest attention to the lonely visitor.

  The man looked up once more at the goddess.

  The wood of the statue was left plain; the sculptor had cleverly used the grain for accentuating the folds of the robe that descended from her rounded shoulders. She was sitting cross-legged on a many-petalled lotus flower, her left hand resting in her lap, the other raised in a gesture of benediction.

  ‘You are beautiful!’ the man whispered hoarsely. Staring intently at the still face above him, he went on: ‘Tell me, why must all beauty be evil? Tempting man, enticing him with coy smiles and sidelong glances, then to repel him? Repel him with a contemptuous sneer, break him, then haunt him for ever afterwards…? ’ He clutched at the edge of the altar, a maniacal glint in his distended eyes. ‘It is right they are punished,’ he muttered angrily. ‘It is right that the knife is plunged in their treacherous hearts when they lie, stretched out, naked on the altar before you, right that their…’

  Suddenly he broke off, startled. He thought he had seen a frown crease the smooth forehead of the goddess, round the pearl gleaming in its centre. Then, with a sigh of relief, he wiped the perspiration from his face. It had been the shadow of a moth, flying past the oil-lamp.

  He compressed his lips tightly, cast a dubious glance at the statue, and turned away. He stepped up to the old priest, engrossed in his mumbled prayers. He tapped his thin, bony shoulder.

  ‘Can’t you leave your goddess alone tonight, for once? ’ he asked with forced joviality. ‘The dragonboat races will be starting soon. Look, they are lining up the boats already under the marble bridge!’ Taking a handful of coppers from his sleeve, he resumed: ‘Here, take these and have a good meal in the restaurant over there!’

  The old man looked up at him with his tired, red-rimmed eyes. He did not take the coins.

  ‘I can’t leave her, sir. She is a vengeful one, she is.’

  He bent his grey head again over his prayer-book.

  Despite himself the man shivered. Uttering an obscene curse he brushed past the old priest and went down the flight of stone steps leading to the road along the river-bank. He would have to ride back to the city in a hurry, to be there in time for the finish of the boat race.

  II

  ‘That’s the six I had been waiting for!’ Judge Dee said with satisfaction to his First Lady. He added a domino to the complicated pattern that was forming on the square table.

  His three wives made no comment; they were studying their hands. In the gathering dusk it was difficult to discern the red pips on the bamboo dominoes. The judge and his three ladies were sitting on the high platform in the stern of the official barge, moored somewhat apart from the other boats lying stem to stern along the bank of the Canal. It was the fifth day of the fifth moon, the day of the yearly Dragonboat Festival. Since early in the afternoon the citizens of Poo-yang had been streaming out of the south gate, towards the point on the Canal where the grandstand indicated that, later in the night, the dragonboats would finish the race. There their magistrate, Judge Dee, would hand out the prizes to the contending crews.

  The magistrate was required only to perform that ceremony, but Judge Dee, always eager to take part in the feasts of the people entrusted to his care, had wanted to assist at the races from the beginning. Therefore he had already left the city one hour before sunset, together with his suite, carried in three palankeens. They had installed themselves on his large official barge, anchored opposite the grandstand, and there partaken of a simple dinner of rice and sweet soup, just like the several thousand citizens that were crowding the smaller craft lining both banks. After dinner they had settled down to a game of dominoes, waiting till the moon would be out and the boat races start. It was getting cooler now; sounds of singing and laughter came over the water. The garlands of lampions that decorated all the boats and barges were being lit; the smooth black water reflected their gay colours.

  It was a fairy-like scene, but the four people round the domino table, engrossed in the game, paid scant attention to it. Dominoes was the favourite game in Judge Dee’s household, they played it very seriously, and in a complicated form. And now they were approaching the final, decisive phase.<
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  The Third Lady selected a domino from those set up in front of her. As she added it to the pieces on the table, she said to the two maids who were squatting by the tea-stove:

  ‘Better light our lampions too, I can hardly see what I am doing!’

  ‘I pass!’ Judge Dee announced. He looked up annoyed as the old house steward appeared on deck and came up to the table. ‘What is it now again? Has that mysterious visitor come back?’

  Half an hour before, when the judge and his ladies had interrupted their game and were standing at the railing to watch the scenery, a stranger had boarded the barge. But, when the steward was going to announce him, the man had said that, on second thought, he did not want to disturb the judge.

  ‘No, Your Honour, it is Dr Pien and Mr Kou,’ the greybeard said respectfully.

  ‘Show them up!’ Judge Dee said with a sigh. Pien Kia and Kou Yuan-liang were in charge of the organization of the dragonboat race. Judge Dee knew them only by sight, they did not belong to the small circle of notables of Poo-yang whom he met regularly at official functions. Dr Pien was a well-known physician and owner of a large drug store, Mr Kou a wealthy art-collector. ‘They won’t be long!’ he added, with a reassuring smile to his three wives.

  ‘As long as you don’t tamper with our dominoes!’ the First Lady said, pouting. She and the two others turned their pieces face down, then they rose and withdrew behind the screen placed across the platform. For ladies are not allowed to meet men not connected with the household.

  Judge Dee had risen also, he answered with a nod the low bows of the two solemn, tall gentlemen who had appeared on deck. They were dressed in long summer robes of thin white silk and wore black gauze caps on their heads.

  ‘Sit down, gentlemen!’ the judge said affably. ‘I suppose you have come to report that all is set for the races?’

  ‘Indeed, sir!’ Dr Pien replied in his dry, precise voice. ‘When Mr Kou and I left Marble Bridge just now, all nine boats had been lined up at the starting-point.’

  ‘Did you get good crews?’ Judge Dee asked, then snapped at the maid who was arranging the teacups on the table: ‘Don’t disturb those dominoes!’

  While the judge quickly turned the pieces in the pool face down again, Dr Pien replied: ‘There was even more enthusiasm than usual, sir. The twelve rowers for each boat were recruited in no time at all. There’ll be a keen competition, for the crew of Number Two is composed entirely of boatmen from the Canal who are determined to beat the townspeople ! Mr Kou and I saw to it that all the men were suitably entertained with food and wine in the restaurant of Marble Bridge Village. Now they are raring to go!’

  ‘Your boat is the favourite, Dr Pien!’ Kou Yuan-liang remarked wryly. ‘Mine hasn’t got a chance, it’s too heavy!’

  ‘But it’ll provide the historical background, Mr Kou,’ the judge told him. ‘I heard that your boat is an exact replica of the dragonboats used by our ancestors.’

  A pleased smile crossed Kou’s handsome, vivacious face. He said: ‘I take part in the races mainly to see to it that the old traditions are faithfully observed.’

  Judge Dee nodded. He knew that Kou had devoted a lifetime to antiquarian studies and was an ardent collector of curios. The judge reflected that he must ask Kou to show him his collection of paintings some day. He said:

  ‘I am glad to hear that, Mr Kou. This feast has been celebrated on this date since times immemorial, everywhere in the Empire where there is a river, canal or lake. Seasonal feasts are, for our hard-working people, the only breaks in their daily toil!’

  ‘The local people,’ Dr Pien observed, ‘believe that the boat races please the River Goddess, and ensure sufficient rain for the farmers and plenty of fish for the fishermen.’ He fingered the black moustache that set off the pallor of his long, impassive face.

  ‘In the olden days,’ Mr Kou said, ‘this feast was not so innocent, of course. The people used to make a human sacrifice after the races, killing a young man in the temple of the goddess. The “Groom of the Goddess” he was called, and the family of the victim considered that a signal honour.’

  ‘Fortunately our enlightened government has abolished all those cruel customs centuries ago,’ Judge Dee remarked.

  ‘Old beliefs don’t die easily,’ Dr Pien said slowly. ‘The people here still venerate the River Goddess, even though the Canal has now become much more important for fishing and shipping than the river. I remember that when, four years ago, a boat overturned during the races, and a man drowned, the local people took it as a good omen, promising a plentiful harvest in autumn.’

  Kou gave the doctor an uneasy look. He put down his cup, rose and said:

  ‘By Your Honour’s leave, we’ll now proceed to the grandstand and see that everything is ready for the distribution of the prizes.’

  Dr Pien got up also. They took their leave with low bows.

  Judge Dee’s three wives quickly came out from behind the screen and resumed their seats. The Third Lady glanced at the pieces in the pool, and said eagerly:

  ‘There aren’t many left. Now for the last struggle!’

  The maids brought fresh tea. Soon the four were immersed in the game. Slowly stroking his long black beard, Judge Dee calculated his chances. His last domino was a three and a blank. All the threes had come out already, but there must be one double-blank left. If that came out, he had won. “Watching the flushed faces of his wives, he was wondering idly who had that particular domino.

  Suddenly there was a loud explosion near by, followed by a rattle of sharp cracks.

  ‘Make your move!’ the judge said impatiently to his Second Lady, who was sitting on his right. ‘They are starting with the fireworks!’

  She hesitated, patting her glossy black coiffure. Then she put a double four on the table.

  ‘Pass!’ Judge Dee said, disappointed.

  ‘I win!’ the Third Lady called out excitedly. She showed her last domino, a four and a five.

  ‘Congratulations!’ the judge exclaimed. Then he asked: ‘Which of you had been saving up double-blank? I had been waiting for that confounded domino!’

  ‘Not me!’ his First and Second Lady announced as they uncovered their dominoes.

  ‘That’s strange!’ Judge Dee said with a frown. ‘There’s only one double-blank on the table, and there’s nothing left in the pool. Where can that domino have gone to?’

  ‘It’ll have dropped on the floor,’ the First Lady said.

  They looked under the table, then shook out their robes. But the domino did not appear.

  ‘Perhaps the maids forgot to put it in the box,’ the Second Lady said.

  ‘Impossible!’ the judge muttered crossly. ‘When I took the pieces from the box before we started our game, I counted them. I always do.’

  There was a hiss, followed by a sharp crack. The Canal was lit up by the shower of coloured lights that descended from the rocket.

  ‘Look!’ the First Lady exclaimed. ‘What a beautiful sight!’

  They quickly got up and went to stand at the railing. Rockets were being sent up now on all sides, and there was a constant rattle of fire-crackers. Then there rose a mighty roar from the crowd of spectators. The bleak, silvery light of the moon sickle had appeared in the sky. Now the race boats would leave Marble Bridge Village, a few miles down the Canal. There were some isolated cracks, then there was only a confused murmur of voices. People were eagerly discussing their bets.

  ‘Let’s make our bets too!’ Judge Dee said good-humouredly. ‘Every citizen, even the poorest, bets a few coppers.’

  The Third Lady clapped her hands.

  ‘I’ll put fifty coppers on Number Three!’ she called out. Just to show the God of Chance that I haven’t forgotten him!’

  ‘I’ll put fifty on Dr Pien’s boat, the favourite!’ the First Lady said.

  ‘And I’ll put fifty on Kou’s,’ Judge Dee added. ‘I believe in supporting tradition!’

  They laughed and joked for some time, and ther
eafter had several leisurely cups of tea.

  Suddenly they noticed that people were standing up in the boats, craning their heads to the bend in the Canal where, presently, the dragonboats would appear on their final lap to the finish. Judge Dee and his wives went up to the railing again. The tense atmosphere of eager expectation was beginning to get hold of them too.

  Two sampans detached themselves from the mass of moored craft. They were rowed to the centre of the Canal, opposite the grandstand. The occupants anchored them there and unfurled large red flags. They were the referees.

  Suddenly the sound of drums was heard far off. The still-invisible boats were now approaching the bend.

  The crowd broke out in a roar of confused shouts. Boat Number Nine was rounding the bend. The long, slender craft was propelled by twelve rowers, seated two abreast. They were moving their paddles vigorously to the beats of the large kettledrum in the middle of the boat. A tall, broad-shouldered man, stripped to the waist, was beating the drum frantically with a pair of wooden clubs. The helmsman, crouching over the long rudder-oar, shouted at the rowers at the top of his voice. White foam spurted up against the raised bow, carved to resemble a dragon’s head with long horns and rolling eyes.

  ‘That’s Pien’s boat! I win!’ the First Lady shouted.

  But when the stern, shaped like a curved dragon’s tail, came in sight the bow of a second boat appeared close behind it; the raised dragon’s head with its distended jaws seemed intent on putting its teeth into the tail of Number Nine.