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Updated: June 4, 2025
It meant that the treasury was depleted and that revenue had to be obtained by recourse to the abuses which Go-Sanjo had struggled so earnestly to check, the sale of offices and ranks, even in perpetuity, and the inclusion of great tracts of State land in private manors. Horikawa died in 1107, after a reign of twenty years, and was succeeded by his son Toba, a child of five.
The lead of the story below was to the effect that Cunningham had drawn two thousand dollars in large bills from the bank the day of his death. Horikawa could not be found, and the police had a theory that he had killed and robbed his master for this money.
It was too late to get away by the door. They slipped through the window to the fire escape and from it to the window of the adjoining apartment. Horikawa, still sick with fear, stumbled against the rail as he clambered over it and cut his face badly. Shibo volunteered to go downstairs and get him some sticking plaster.
He forced Horikawa to hide in the vacant apartment till the wound should heal. Meanwhile he fed him and brought him newspapers. There were battles of will between the two. Horikawa was terribly frightened when he read that his flight had brought suspicion on him. He wanted to give himself up at once to the police. They quarreled.
He had been nonplussed at sight of them. For a moment he had let his eyes mirror the dismay of his soul. The explanation he had given was quite inadequate as a cause. Twenty-four hours later Kirby had discovered the dead body of the Japanese valet Horikawa. The man had been dead perhaps a day.
"For the murders of James Cunningham and Horikawa." Before the words were out of his mouth the Chief had his prisoner handcuffed. Shibo turned to Kirby. "You tellum police I killum Mr. Cunnin'lam and Horikawa?" "Yes." "I plenty sorry I no kill you." "You did your best, Shibo. Took three shots at ten feet. Rotten shooting." "Do you mean that he actually tried to kill you?" James asked in surprise.
On the way down Shibo had met the younger James Cunningham as he came out of the elevator. Returning with first-aid supplies a few minutes later, he saw Jack and Phyllis. It was easy to read between the lines that Shibo's will had dominated Horikawa. He had been afraid that his companion's wounded face would lead to his arrest. If so, he knew it would be followed by a confession.
Kirby stepped to the window of the living-room and called to his friend. "Want me to help you gather the loot?" chaffed Cole. "Serious business, old man," Kirby told him, and the look on his face backed the words. Sanborn swung across to the window and came through. "What is it?" he asked quickly. "I've found Horikawa." "Found him where?"
It was signed, "S. Horikawa." Cunningham tossed the note aside. He had no wish to see Hull. The fellow was becoming a nuisance. If he had any complaint he could go to the courts with it. That was what they were for. The doorbell rang. The promoter opened to a big, barrel-bodied man who pushed past him into the room. "What you want, Hull?" demanded Cunningham curtly.
I rang the bell twice an' didn't get an answer. Then I noticed the door was ajar. I opened it, called, an' walked in, shuttin' it behind me. I guessed he must be around an' would be back in a few minutes." "Just exactly what did you do?" "I waited by the table in the living-room for a few minutes. There was a note there signed by S. Horikawa." "We have that note. What happened next?
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