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Before Popil was a memorandum from the public prosecutor asking what could positively be proved against Hannibal Lecter. In the spirit of retribution, l’épuration sauvage, remaining from the war, a conviction for the murder of fascists and war criminals would have to be airtight and, even justified, it would be politically unpopular.
The murder of the butcher Paul Momund was years ago, and the evidence consisted of the smell of oil of cloves, the prosecutor pointed out. Would it help to detain the woman Murasaki? Might she have colluded? the prosecutor asked. Inspector Popil advised against the detention of the woman Murasaki.
The exact circumstances surrounding the death of the restaurateur Kolnas, or Cryto-Fascist Restaurateur and Black-Marketeer Kolnas, as he was known in the papers, could not be determined. Yes, there was a hole of unknown origin in the top of his skull and his tongue and hard palate were pierced by persons unknown. He had fired a revolver, as a paraffin test proved.
The dead men in the canal boat were reduced to grease and soot. They were known to be
kidnappers and white slavers. Was not a van recovered containing two captive women, by dint of a license number provided by the woman Murasaki?
The young man had no criminal record. He led his class at medical school.
Inspector Popil looked at his watch and went down the corridor to Audition 3, the best of the interrogation rooms because it received some sunlight and the graffiti had been painted over with thick white paint. A guard stood outside the door. Popil nodded to the guard and he pulled the bolt to admit him. Hannibal sat at the bare table in the center of the room. His ankle was shackled to the table leg and his wrists to a ring in the table.
“Take off the iron,” Popil told the guard.
“Good morning, Inspector,” Hannibal said.
“She’s here,” Popil said. “Dr. Dumas and Dr. Rufin are coming back after lunch.” Popil left him alone.
Now Hannibal could stand when Lady Murasaki came into the room.
The door closed behind her and she reached behind her and put her hand flat on the door.
“Are you sleeping?” she said.
“Yes. I sleep well.”
“Chiyoh sends her good wishes. She says she is very happy.”
“I’m glad.”
“Her young man has graduated and they are betrothed.”
“I couldn’t be more pleased for her.”
A pause.
“Together they are manufacturing motor scooters, small motorcycles, in partnership with two brothers. They have made six of them. She hopes they will catch on.”
“Surely they will—I’ll buy one myself.”
Women pick up surveillance faster than men do, as part of their survival skills, and they at once recognize desire. They also recognize its absence. She felt the change in him. Something was missing behind his eyes.
The words of her ancestor Murasaki Shikibu came to her and she said them:
“The troubled waters
Are frozen fast.
Under clear heaven
Moonlight and shadow
Ebb and flow.”
Hannibal made Prince Genji’s classic reply:
“The memories of long love
