When Red is Black

about it. And Party Secretary Li was on their side, of course. Chen had read only several pages in the restaurant downstairs—”
     
    “What?”
     
    “He insisted that I conduct the questioning of Bao all by myself— since it was my case—while he read the book in a small restaurant on the first floor. He did not come back until the interrogation was over. I suppose he could have made a copy without my knowledge.”
     
    “Has he mentioned anything about the manuscript?”
     
    “No, he hasn’t said a word about it.”
     
    “He must have his reasons. I am not sure whether you should ask him about it,” Peiqin said thoughtfully. “Chen is a clever man. He may try to do something that could be risky.”
     
    “You mean he doesn’t want to involve me in some risky business—with Internal Security lurking in the background.”
     
    “Possibly. I cannot really tell,” she said, and changed the subject abruptly. “Oh, we will have a wonderful dinner tonight!” She was mincing shrimp for the tofu stuffing now.
     
    “You don’t have to prepare so many dishes. We have no guests today.”
     
    “You have proven to the bureau what a capable cop you are. It’s an occasion for celebration.”
     
    “In fact, I was thinking about quitting the job, Peiqin, that morning at Old Half Place,” Yu said. “All these years, I’ve brought so little home. And you have had to work so hard, at the restaurant and at home. I might earn more for the family, I thought, if I could start some small business like Geng, or like LI Dong.”
     
    “Come on, my husband. You have done such a great job as a cop. I’m proud of you,” Peiqin said. “Money is something, but not everything. How could you ever have had such an idea?”
     
    “Thank you,” he said, without going on to say, but you once suggested it to me.
     
    “Now I’m going to fry the ribs. The oil will splash all around. So go back to the courtyard. I’ll call you when the dinner is ready.”
     
    There was another surprise in store for Yu—an unexpected visitor.
     
    It was Cai, the cricket gambler, who had been released through Yu’s intervention. He stood on the threshold, carrying a bottle of Maotai in one hand and a huge live soft-shell turtle in the other. When he learned that Qinqin had to study for his test, Cai insisted on accompanying Yu out into the courtyard. “Your son is busy with his homework. That’s great. That’s the most important thing under the sun. If I had had a good education, my business would not have collapsed. Let us talk outside,” Cai said, leaving the presents with Peiqin before he clasped his fingers in a gesture of profound gratitude. “Comrade Detective Yu, I thank you.”
     
    “I only did what a policeman should do. You do not have to thank me, and you should not have brought me those presents.”
     
    “For such a great favor, it’s almost meaningless for me to say thanks,” Cai said sincerely. “The blue mountain and the green river will long, long remain and I will be forever in your debt.”
     
    “Don’t overwhelm me with your triad jargon. I’m the policeman responsible for Yin’s case. You have nothing to do with the case, so why should you be kept inside?”
     
    “If there were more cops like you, instead of like Old Liang, there would be much less trouble in the world.”
     
    “Now that you are out, do something meaningful with your life, Cai. You cannot fight crickets forever. You have to think about your family. Your wife, Xiuzhen, has never wavered in proclaiming your innocence.”
     
    “I’ll change as thoroughly as if I had washed my heart and replaced my bones. Yes, Xiuzhen is very good to me. She could have dumped me, but she did not. She came to me every day, bringing food made especially for me. I was wrong in believing that she had married me for my money.”
     
    “Yes, when you are in trouble, you find out who really cares for you.”
     
    “I still have some connections in today’s world. I will stage a comeback in the Eastern Mountains.”
     
    “I have one question, Cai. When you were taken into custody, why didn’t you tell Old Liang about what you really did that morning? As I said, I’m only interested in the Yin murder case. No matter what you tell me, you don’t have to worry. It will be between the two of us.”
     
    “I trust you, Comrade Detective. I was playing mah-jongg in a bathhouse that night, all night long. Mah-jongg is not gambling, everybody