"You really think he'll show? If he doesn't show tonight I'm calling it quits."
"I'm staying 'til my money runs out."
"How much do you have?"
"So far for eight days I've spent 5 yen and 60 sen. I settle my bill every evening so I can clear out at any time."
"That's a good arrangement, but the inn folks must think it strange."
"Never mind the inn folks, it's this constant vigilance that's taxing my limits."
"You nap during the day, don't you?"
"I nap, but I can't go out. The confinement is the worst of it."
"Divine justice is no easy endeavor. With all this effort, it's a pity if even the slow hand of Heaven's vengeance can't grasp him."
"Don't worry. I'm sure he'll show tonight. -- Hey! Look!" His voice dropped to a whisper, startling me to attention. A man in a black hat looked up at the Kadoya gas lamp from below and passed on into the darkness. No luck, it wasn't him. The clock at the front desk mercilessly chimed off ten o'clock. It looked like another fruitless night.
The street had fallen silent. Drum beats carried from the red-light district, sounding close enough to touch. The moon appeared from behind the hills, illuminating the street. Then, from below, the sound of voices. We couldn't look out to see who it was, but they seemed to be drawing nearer. There was a shuffling sound of clog shoes. Peering out at an angle, two shadow figures slowly came into view.
"Everything's fine now. That troublemaker is long gone." It was unmistakably Noda. "All toughness and no tact is a recipe for failure." This one was Red Shirt. "He's a lot like the Tōkyō kid. And speaking of the Tōkyō kid, it's heartwarming how that young master acts so chivalrous." "Turning down a raise and offering his resignation? Surely a disturbed individual." I wanted to open the window, jump from the second floor, and pummel them both on the spot. It was all I could do to restrain myself. Chuckling, the two of them passed under the gas lamp and went inside.