Yama Arashi tendered his resignation and bid his formal farewells to the staff. Then he headed down toward Yamashiroya on the beach, but he doubled back to secretly take up residence at Masuya in the hot springs district. His room was on the second floor facing the street, and he opened a hole in the shōji to begin his surveillance. I was the only one who knew what he was up to. If Red Shirt came sneaking around, it would surely be at night. In the early evening there were students and others about, so he probably wouldn't show until after nine. For the first two nights I joined in the watch until eleven, but there was no sign of Red Shirt. On the third night I watched from nine to ten thirty, but again to no avail. Nothing felt more foolish than slipping home late after a futile watch. Going on four or five nights, the old woman grew concerned. She cautioned me that, as a married man, I should refrain from excessive nighttime escapades. My escapades were not the kind of escapades she had in mind. I was on a noble mission to deliver divine retribution on behalf of Heaven. Even so, after a full week and nothing to show for it, I was growing weary. I'm impatient by nature. I'll work through the night if I'm passionately engaged in a task, but I've never persevered at anything in the absence tangible results. Though fighting for divine justice, I grew restless nonetheless. The sixth day was tough, and on the seventh day I was ready to quit. Yama Arashi was stubbornly determined. From early evening 'til after midnight, he kept his eye to the peephole, staring intently at the Kadoya gas lamp and its lit surroundings. When I arrived, he would tell me how many patrons had entered that evening, how many were staying the night, how many were women, and all other manner of detail. I was impressed with his keen observations, but I suggested at length that maybe it was a lost cause. Yama Arashi occasionally folded his arms and sighed, but he was still convinced that Red Shirt had to show. It would have been terribly unfortunate if Red Shirt never appeared and Yama Arashi lost the chance to hit him with divine justice.