"Unacceptable. That's no way for learned men to conduct themselves. I'll go over and see what I can do."
"I appreciate you taking the trouble. Also, Kushami knows Mizushima better than anyone, and the missus, as you've heard, was not at all satisfied by the exchange that took place when she called there the other day. So if you would, find out what you can about Mizushima's personal conduct, scholastic talents, and what not."
"Certainly. Today's Saturday, so if I stop there next he should be home. I'm not sure, though, where he's living these days."
"Take a right out of our place and follow the lane to its end. Then turn to the left and walk for a couple of blocks. You'll see a tumbledown black fence. That's the one," Hanako offers.
"It's close by then. Should be easy enough. I'll try dropping in on my way home. If in doubt I can always look for a nameplate."
"You may or may not find one. He uses sticky-rice to tack a calling card to the gate. Then the rain comes and washes it off. When the weather clears he tacks up a new one. You can never count on finding it there. You'd think he could just hang a wooden plate and spare himself the effort. Who knows what he's thinking."
"Well I'll be. At any rate, I'll keep my eyes open for the tumbledown black fence."
"No other place in the neighborhood is so squalid. You'll know it when you see it. If not, here's another good check. Look for weeds growing out of the roof."
"Sounds like quite the house. Ha ha ha ha."
If Suzuki's coming to call, then I'd best get there before him. If heard enough here already. Following the underside of the veranda, I circle the lavatory to the west, round the far side of the berm, and emerge onto the lane. From there I hurry home, to the house with weeds sprouting from its roof, make my way to the verada, and act as though nothing's up.