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him.”
    Judge Dee smiled, then hurried back to where he heard Ma Joong cursing roundly. Tao Gan took a length of catgut from his sleeve and securely bound the hands and feet of the two robbers. Then he loosened the noose round the neck of the man who by now was nearly suffocating.
    These two robbers had been deceived by Tao Gan’s inoffensive appearance. Tao Gan was of middle age, not much of a fighter, but an extremely wily person, who for many years had earned his living as a professional swindler. Once, Judge Dee had extricated him from an ugly situation, and made him one of his lieutenants. Owing to his intimate knowledge of the ways and by-ways of the underworld he had proved very useful for tracking down criminals and collecting evidence. And, as the robber with the blue face had good reason to know, Tao Gan was full of unexpected tricks.
    When he came to the head of the cortège, Judge Dee found Chiao Tai in a hand-to-hand fight with one of Ma Joong’s first attackers who had recovered from the blow on his head. Ma Joong himself was crouching on the ground, his left arm lamed by the blow on his shoulder. With his right he tried to fight off the attacks of a little robber, who danced round him with amazing agility, brandishing a short dagger.

    The judge raised his spear. Just then Ma Joong succeeded in catching his opponent’s wrist. He twisted his arm in an iron grip till the robber let the dagger drop. Then Ma Joong forced him down and put his knee on his stomach.
    The robber let out a pitiful cry.
    Ma Joong rose to his feet with difficulty, while his captive hammered his head and shoulders with fistblows from his free hand. These, however, did not seem to bother Ma Joong. He said panting to the judge:
    “Would you remove the mask, Your Honour?”
    Judge Dee pulled down the scarf. Ma Joong exclaimed:
    “May Heaven preserve us! It’s a wench!”
    They looked into the blazing eyes of a young girl. Ma Joong let go her arm in sheer astonishment.
    Judge Dee hastily pinned her arms behind her back and said sourly:
    “Well, on occasion one will find an abandoned woman among these robber bands. Tie her up as the others!”
    Ma Joong called out to Chiao Tai who by now had subdued and trussed up his opponent. Ma Joong remained standing there scratching his head in perplexity while Chiao Tai bound the girl’s hands behind her back. She did not say a word.
    Judge Dee went to the tilt cart with the women. His First Lady was crouching in the window with a dagger in her hand. The others were cowering under the quilts in a dead fright.
    The judge told them that the fight was over.
    Judge Dee’s servants and the coachmen had emerged from their hiding places. They hastily set to work to light torches.
    In the flickering light Judge Dee surveyed the results of the battle.
    On their own side there was little damage. Sergeant Hoong had regained consciousness, and had his head bandagedby Tao Gan. The old steward had suffered more from fright than from the robber’s blow. Ma Joong was sitting on a tree trunk stripped to the waist. His left shoulder was purple and swollen, and Chiao Tai was massaging it with medicinal oil.
    Ma Joong had killed two robbers, Chiao Tai one. The six others were all more or less the worse for wear, only the girl was entirely unhurt.
    The judge ordered his servants to tie the robbers on top of one luggage cart, and the dead bodies on the other. The girl would have to walk.
    Tao Gan produced a padded basket, and the judge and his lieutenants drunk a cup of hot tea.
    Ma Joong rinsed his mouth, spat contemptuously and said to Chiao Tai:
    “All in all, it was an amateurish attack. I don’t think that these fellows are professional highwaymen.”
    “Yes,” Chiao Tai agreed, “with ten men they could have done a better job.”
    “They did well enough for my taste,” Judge Dee remarked dryly.
    They silently drank another cup of tea. All were exhausted and no one felt inclined to say much. One only heard