A Loyal Character Dancer

between the two countries’ champions. The Japanese was said to be a Zen master as well—capable of remaining detached in an intense game. Paradoxical. A go player, by definition, must be intent on winning a game, just as a cop must solve a case. And the outcome of the game was represented as politically symbolic, like the case on his hands. The ringing of the telephone, however, interrupted any further thought about the battle on the game board. It was Party Secretary Li.
     
    “Come to my office, Chief Inspector Chen.”
     
    “Anything new about Wen’s case?”
     
    “We’ll talk when you get here.”
     
    “I’ll come as soon as I have breakfast.”
     
    It was early, not yet seven thirty. It must be urgent. Normally, Li would not arrive at his office until after nine thirty.
     
    Chen opened his small refrigerator. There was only half a steamed bun from the bureau canteen, two or three days old, and hard as a rock. He put it in a bowl of hot water. There was little left of his month’s salary. Not all the expenses he incurred in Inspector Rohn’s company could be reimbursed. Like the purchase of the jade trinket. To maintain the image of a Chinese policeman, he had to pay a price.
     
    The telephone rang again. This time, it was Minister Huang in Beijing. The minister, who had never before called him at home, seemed very concerned about the progress of the Wen case.
     
    “It is a special case,” Huang said, “important to the relationship between the two countries. A successful cooperation with the Americans will help to lessen tension, you know, after the Tiananmen incident.”
     
    “I understand, Minister Huang. We’re doing our best, but it is difficult to find someone within such a short time frame.”
     
    “The Americans understand you’re doing a conscientious job. They are just anxious for a breakthrough. They have called us several times.”
     
    Chen hesitated as to whether he should share his suspicions with the minister, especially about the gang’s ties to the Fujian police. He decided not to. Not directly at least. The politics behind this connection might be complicated. It would make the investigation more difficult if the minister chose to back the local police.
     
    “Detective Yu is having a hard time in Fujian. The local police have given him no leads at all. They seem to have too many things on their hands. Yu cannot deal with those gangsters single-handedly. And I cannot dictate orders from thousands of miles away.”
     
    “Of course you can. You have full authority, Chief Inspector Chen. I myself will give Superintendent Hong a call. Whatever political decisions you have to make, the ministry is firmly behind you.”
     
    “Thank you, Minister Huang.” So far he had not had to make any political decisions. Nor did he know what the minister meant by this phrase.
     
    “Police work entails a hell of a lot of problems. It takes a most capable man to do the job well. There are not many young officers like you nowadays.” Huang concluded emphatically, “The Party counts on you, Comrade Chief Inspector Chen.”
     
    “I understand. Whatever the Party wants me to do, I will do, even if I have to go through mountains of knives and seas of fire.” He thought of two Tang dynasty lines. Beholden to your making a general of me on the stage of gold, / flourishing the Jade Dragon sword, I’ll fight for you to the end. The old minister had not only recommended him for the job, but also called him at home, personally, to discuss the case. “I won’t let you down, Minister Huang.”
     
    As he put down the receiver, however, Chief Inspector Chen felt far from flourishing the Jade Dragon sword.
     
    Minister Huang should have called Party Secretary Li. The phrase “a hell of a lot of problems” did not sound reassuring at all. The old minister had left something unsaid. Chen had an ominous feeling. If Minister Huang had purposely left Li out of the loop, what implication did that have for his own career?
     
    Twenty minutes late, he stepped into Party Secretary Li’s office, not at all detached, unlike the Japanese go player described in the Xinming newspaper.
     
    “I will be having meetings all day,” Li said, breathing over a cup of hot soybean soup. “I want to have a talk with you now.”
     
    Chief Inspector Chen started by briefing him on their interview with Qiao, the pregnant woman from Guangxi.
     
    “You have put in a lot of hard work, Chief Inspector