'Philetus objects to your charming friend visiting you here?' asked Helena, coolly.
'She never does,' Philadelphion said. 'I see her at her house.'
'But she came here last night?'
His face shadowed at the correction. He almost looked guilty. 'Exceptionally.'
'By appointment?' I queried.
'No. She must have had some reason to speak to me urgently'
'You don't know what?' Helena took it up again. Philadelphion shook his head, as if she was a fly tormenting him.
My turn: 'So where were you last night?'
He looked as if he was about to say something different, then: 'In my office,' he answered, so firmly it sounded unreliable. 'Until I heard the commotion and came running.'
'In your office – doing what?' I pressed him.
'Catching up on the zoo accounts.' He indicated the scroll on his desk, which was indeed sitting next to an abacus. Cynically I wondered if the abacus had been placed there this morning deliberately. Helena picked up the scroll, as if unaware she was doing it; almost idly, she unravelled a little of the end, while I continued the questions.
'Any idea what the young man Heras could have been doing in your zoo last night, Philadelphion?'
'None. Maybe students came for pranks, but we found nothing.'
Young men's pranks seemed to be the Museion's excuse for anything unusual. 'We met him. Heras did not seem one to lark about.'
'I know very little about him,' said Philadelphion. 'He was not a science student. I understand he was in Alexandria to learn rhetoric, intending a public career. Someone said he came with you to the necropsy of Theon.'
'He was friends with my young brother-in-law. Did he know Roxana?'
'Not at all.'
'You asked her?' Helena put in. It made Philadelphion pause. When this pause lasted a long time, Helena altered tack: 'Well! Can we discuss the shortlist tor the post of Librarian? Many congratulations on being included – but the obvious questions are, how do you rate your own chances and how do you feel about your rivals?'
Philadelphion had previously been disposed to gossip; he did not fail us now: 'Zenon is the dark horse – who knows what Zenon thinks, or how he will perform? Philetus obviously wants to give the post to Apollophanes, but will even our Director be so brazen as to recommend his own satellite? You could see Philetus starting to try to manipulate the list when he talked to me just now. He was threatening me – looking for excuses to support another candidate.'
'Marcus Didius and I were disappointed not to see Timosthenes given a chance.'
'Not as disappointed as him. He took his omission very nastily'
'What of Nicanor?' Helena prompted.
'Nicanor thinks himself well qualified.'
'What do you think?' She did not mention Nicanor's offer to bribe me, in case he thought she was hinting.
'A bully. Frankly, I shudder at the prospect of working with him.'
'Someone suggested that Nicanor admires Roxana,' Helena put forward quietly.
'Many people who know her admire Roxana,' Philadelphion snapped back tetchily.
Helena had a tricky expression. Quickly, I weighed in and returned to asking what Roxana had told her lover about the Sobek incident. His version ran: she had come to find him; on the way she heard odd noises; she bravely ventured to investigate and found Sobek killing and eating Heras. Roxana yelled, so the crocodile left the body; she realised the beast was about to attack her too, so she climbed the tree and shouted for help. Then I came along – 'For which Roxana and I must thank you, Falco, most sincerely.'
Helena purred that that was unnecessary; no doubt when we saw Roxana, she would thank me herself.
Chaereas was deputed to take us to Roxana's house.
On the way there I asked Chaereas about last night and he told me the same stuff we had heard from Chaeteas. Exactly the same. He too blamed an uncharacteristic escape by Sobek. He too called the death of Heras an accident. He had no explanation for the goat.
'Had you and your colleague perhaps used the meat to feed Sobek?'
'Oh no,' Chaereas assured us.
On arrival, he left us to go in by ourselves. Roxana had rooms in an anonymous building, up a dusty staircase, off an uninspiring street. This was typical of Alexandria. In Rome it would have told us she was a struggling manicurist, with five children by three fathers. Here, it meant nothing.
Inside was quite different. Discreet servants padded about a large apartment that was decorated with subtle, extremely feminine opulence. There were rugs everywhere; there were seats formed from enormous cushions; there was much gleaming copperware, ivory and elaborate small pieces of furniture carved from rare woods. I could not see any scroll boxes to confirm the claim of intellectual competence, but I was prepared to believe philosophy and plays were hidden away somewhere. Either Roxana had inherited money or she had had a rich husband – whether living or deceased; or a lover, or more than one, spent a lot on her. Helena was making an inventory scathingly.
Cleaned up, the Zoo Keeper's ladyfriend looked like a Vestal Virgin's younger sister. When she appeared (which took some time), Roxana wore discreet robes in dark colours, a plain hairstyle and little jewellery. She moved into the room in a quiet hum of unnerving perfume, but was otherwise not exotic. Mind you, she gave the impression she could make herself just about as exotic as anybody wanted, if she chose.
Helena Justina failed to warm to her. Somehow I expected that. Helena's presence at my side clearly surprised the lady. I must be the first good-looking man who, on coming to see Roxana, brought his wife. Well, that just showed her what clean-living persons Roman husbands were. And how well supervised.
Roxana's evidence about the Heras tragedy was as well thought out and organised as her appearance. She told us exactly the same story as Philadelphion. They corroborated one another as tightly as Chaereas and Chaeteas had done. Rarely can descriptions have been so mathematically co-ordinated. My instinct was not to waste much time here.
It was Helena who took charge of the situation.
'Thank you, Roxana. That was, if I may say so, an extremely clear and beautifully expressed witness statement.'
Throughout our interview so far, Roxana had given the impression of being slightly pent-up, but at this warm-hearted praise she relaxed, at least technically. If anything, she seemed puzzled, as if unsure how to take Helena. I enjoyed watching these two engage so stiffly.
Helena then turned to the servant who had placed herself near the doorway in the attitude of a chaperon. Placing a hand delicately on her pregnant belly, my trusty assistant begged sweetly, 'I am so sorry to be a nuisance, but could you possibly organise something to drink for us -just water will be absolutely fine, or mint tea would be delectable…' The maid withdrew, muttering darkly, then Helena snapped upright. 'Marcus darling, stop jiggling about like a three-year-old. If you want to stretch your legs, go and do so.'
I never jiggle. Still, I knew a big hint when it hit me. I shuffled from the room with a shifty expression – then applied my ear to the door.
Helena must have turned back to Roxana. 'Right! Now we are quite alone, so you can be frank, my dear.' Perhaps Roxana had fluttered her eyelashes. Waste of time. Helena was crisp. 'Listen to me, please. My husband was nearly killed last night and another poor young man did lose his life most terribly. I want to know who caused that and I am not interested in pathetic taradiddles, cobbled together to preserve people's reputations.'
'I have told you what happened!' Roxana cried.
'No; you have not. Now here is what will happen. You can tell me the truth now, then you and I, like sensible women, will work out how to handle it. Otherwise, Marcus Didius, who is neither as stupid nor as susceptible as you obviously think, will explode your false evidence. Of course you thought he swallowed your story. Believe me, he doubts every word. Being a man, he won't say so to a pretty woman's face. But he is utterly competent and always direct. If – that means, when – Falco unc
overs the truth of what happened at the zoo, he will make it public. He has no choice. You must see that. He is the Emperor's man and must be seen to expose lies.' Helena dropped her voice. I could hardly hear it. 'So, I suppose Philadelphion bullied you into telling us this tale. Is it him you are afraid of – or someone else, Roxana?'
I never have much luck. At this point, the damned servant decided to mooch back with a beaten-up tray of skinny refreshments. For several minutes I was locked in a sign-language tussle with her. In the end, the only way I could get rid of the inept factotum was to shoo her off as if sending a bunch of heifers through a hedge; it must have been fully audible from inside the room.
I had seized the tray myself from her clammy grasp. I knocked quickly and entered the room just as Roxana exclaimed, with heartfelt drama: 'Somebody let out Sobek deliberately. They cannot have known I would be there with that boy, Heras.'
'What – up to no good with him?'
'I deny it! Normally Philadelphion would have been going around to check on all the animals – so what you should be considering is that somebody was trying to make the crocodile kill him!'
The ladies turned their gaze on me. 'And who might that have been?' I enquired, mildly. 'Who wants Philadelphion dead?'
'Nicanor!' blazed Roxana. 'You fool, Falco – it's obvious!'
I put down the tray on a small table and set about serving mint tea for everyone.
XXXIII
A guilty lawyer – oh I like that!'
'Don't say I told you!'
'Trust me, lady!'
Helena's eyes sweetly accused me: you dog, Falco! She let me continue the questioning, however.
According to Roxana, Nicanor's hatred of the Zoo Keeper was all to do with her. Nicanor was not simply a silent rival, lusting from a distance; she said he had been approaching her on the sly for months. He had publicly sworn to snatch her from Philadelphion, whatever it took. She found his persistence a menace. She was a little scared of him; he had a harsh reputation. The Zoo Keeper refused to tackle Nicanor, feeling himself secure in possession of Roxana's favours and not wanting quarrels at work. She, of course, had always known it would end badly.
She was a self-centred piece. It was only because she dimly understood that stressing her own importance might reflect badly upon her, that Roxana allowed a possible contributing factor: Philadelphion being favourite on the Chief Librarian shortlist. She knew Nicanor felt fervid professional jealousy. I asked how Philadelphion really felt about the post, given his known resentment that the Library attracted more attention than the zoo, where his heart clearly lay. Roxana thought he saw taking over the Library, if it happened, as potentially a way for him to right the balance. Whether that would make him a good Librarian I doubted, though I could not see Nicanor doing any better. He too wanted the post for personal reasons – his raw ambition. If he could snatch Roxana from Philadelphion as well, that would double his triumph.
In my experience lawyers make good haters and they never flinch from revenge. However, they are skilled and subtle, rarely descending to violence. They don't need to. They have other, more potent weapons.
It would be easy to dismiss Roxana's claim as a flight of fancy. Lack of evidence at the scene made it difficult to accuse Nicanor – or anybody else – of setting Sobek loose. If somebody did it, their plan was extremely risky. Yes, Philadelphion was known to make his rounds at night to check on the animals, but actual events showed all too clearly that other people might be blundering around the zoo as well. Besides, even if the Zoo Keeper had found the croc, Sobek might like Philadelphion. He might just have waddled up, wagging his tremendous tail and hoping for treats.
On the other hand, if someone really had let Sobek out to kill, their plan had a simple glory: but for them abandoning the goat, the resulting death would convincingly have looked like an accident. If only Sobek had slaughtered the right man, it would have been perfect. This argued for a bloodthirsty killer. The victim died a horrific death. Anyone sufficiently mad and vindictive to arrange it would have enjoyed those screams.
Anyone that mad, I thought, might try to strike again.
I assured Roxana all her claims would be investigated. I would do it in the true Falco style: discreetly, effectively and as soon as possible. Meanwhile, she was not to approach Nicanor, nor admit him to her house. She should warn Philadelphion of her fears for his life, but discourage him from tackling the lawyer. I would approach the man – at the right moment.
In fact, when Helena and I left, I said that I would first want to consider whether anybody else had a big grudge against the Zoo Keeper. 'What did you think about the doting mistress?'
'I thought,' replied Helena acidly, 'the lovely Roxana was a tribute to the powers of a good night's sleep.'
'Really? You mean, she had just seen a young man die a hideous death, with herself and me nearly killed too, yet she was not beset with nightmares?'
Helena was scornful. 'Where were the puffy eyes? The signs of weeping? The gaunt cheeks? The ravages to the complexion? Marcus, that woman has no conscience.'
We both then had the same intriguing notion about the luscious hostess: would Roxana have had any motive to let Sobek out?
When I suggested it might be useful to investigate Roxana further, Helena Justina scoffed. 'No need! I think we know exactly what that woman is all about!' I concurred meekly.
She was obviously tired. I sent her back to my uncle's house in his palanquin, which we had borrowed that morning.
On the excuse of discussing the late Heras, I took myself back to the Museion to see Philetus. Heras was already on his mind when I was let into his office. 'As Director of the Museion, I shall have to write to tell the parents what has happened.' He was soon in full flow, lamenting his time-consuming responsibilities and the burden of trying to keep order among the young scholars.
'Had Heras come to your attention before?'
'I try to know all our scholars personally.' So he had never heard of the young man.
'Was he a model student?'
'His tutor says so. Hard working and well liked. 'That was the natural response to an unexpected death. It had no value. I bet the tutor could barely remember which one Heras was.
'What is known of his background?'
'His father owns land and collects taxes.' That fitted what Heras himself had told me. 'Of course everyone of any standing in Egypt farms and collects taxes, Falco – but I am told the family is respectable and of good repute.' Surprisingly, Philetus did seem to have done some homework. Perhaps he was not all bad – or perhaps some minion winkled out the facts. A diplomatic letter was needed for the family, to protect the Museion's reputation. Philetus was clearly nervous that an angry father would storm here, demanding answers and trying to apportion blame. I wondered if his anxiety was based on prior experience.
If there had been negligence, I wanted no part in any cover-up. I changed the subject. 'I'd like to tap your wonderful knowledge, Philetus -' I managed not to choke myself.
'You are stuck then?' he rasped. I nearly decided not to ask him anything. Still, he was right to some extent.
'May I speak in confidence?' Philetus nodded, eager to see how much trouble I was in. 'I have one death that looks like murder, but which may be suicide. Another looks like an accident, but I believe it was attempted murder.'
'What? Who would have wanted to murder Heras?'
'Nobody, as far as I know. The suggestion is, another man was the intended victim. Heras died by mistake. Apparently you have a slew of feuds among your shortlist candidates.'
'Oh that's no secret, Falco!'
I tackled the subject as delicately as I could. 'I could not help overhearing your pleas with Philadelphion to set aside his mistress. She seems a liability! I am looking at her carefully in case her involvement last night is suspicious.' As I expected, that thrilled the Director. He was so pleased, I even wondered if he had wooed Roxana himself and been rejected. 'Can you tell me anymore about the woman?'<
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'A papyrus merchant's widow. He was wealthy, it goes without saying. It wouldn't surprise me if her husband was helped on his way – though the story was, he died of a tumour. Somebody should have made sure Roxana remarried and was kept firmly out of trouble – but who would have her now? Several of my junior colleagues pay her far too much attention. She enjoys it and will not be discouraged.'
'Are members of the Museion allowed to marry?' I enquired.
'No reason why not. Nobody has ever suggested,' Philetus pontificated, 'that a man may not copulate and think at the same time, Falco.'
I stayed calm. 'Nor that a rich sex life lessens mental facility. Men with fine minds often rush to lower themselves – and being known for their minds seems to increase their chances. Power is a fast-acting aphrodisiac. Women find high position an attraction in a man – and busy men feel extra virile.'
'Some of us know how to control our urges.'
'Oh good!' I was no prude but I flinched from the idea of Philetus controlling his urges. 'So your objection to Philadelphion's flirtation with Roxana is purely moral – he is supposed to be a family man. Others, I am told, resent it out of pure jealousy'
'A woman with such a soiled reputation? I cannot see the attraction,' Philetus sniggered.
'Not tempted?' I bet he was! 'What about Nicanor? People say he lusts after her.'
'A man of upright principles.'
'An honest lawyer?' I let a smile show. ''Well, I do not think Nicanor would risk his grand career over a woman. However, he has vile ambition. He might do absolutely anything to obtain the prestigious librarianship.'
'Would he? You had better ask him, Falco.'
I probably would do eventually. At the moment, seeing I had no evidence, Nicanor would simply deny it.
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