"Aulus has changed,' said Helene." Now that he is a scholar, suddenly his letters are full of fine detail.'
"Has he gone on to Athens like a good boy?' Never mind fine detail. I wanted to establish whether I was off the hook with his mother.
"Afraid not, darling. He has joined the sightseeing tour.'
"Oh wicked Aulus!' Nux looked up, recognising the growl I used for reprimanding her. As usual she wagged her tail at it.
"He has given us a list of the people in the group, with his comments on them,' Helene went on." A map of where their tent was, showing how it related to the palaestra. And a heading for notes on the case – but no notes.'
"Tantalising!'
"He says, sorry, no time – with actually, no bloody ideas! scribbled afterwards, using a different pen nib.'
"That's the old Aulus. Slapdash and unapologetic.' All the same, I would have liked to have him here, to insult him to his face. We were a long way from home. Evenings, by starlight, are when you yearn for the familiar. places, things, and people. Even a rather brusque brother-in-law.
"He seems to have equipped himself with a very nice traveller's writing-set,' Helene mused, inspecting the handwriting." How useful for his studies – if he ever starts.'
"Unless his inkpots have stupendous seals, the ink will dry out while he's travelling. If he's very unlucky, it will leak over all his white tunics.'
Any minute now, Helene and I would move from missing Aulus to missing our children. To sidetrack that, Helene showed me the list of participants in the travel group Aulus had drawn up for us.
Phineus. organiser; brilliant or appalling, depends who you ask
Indus. Seems to be disgraced (Crime? Financial? Politics?.
Marinus. Widower, looking for new partner; amiable cove
Helvia. widow, well-meaning = fairly stupid
Cleonymus and Cleonyma. come into money (freedmen?)
(awful!)
Turcianus Opimus. "Last chance to see the world before I die'
Ti Sertorius Niger and mousy wifey. ghastly parents; him very
rude
Tiberius and Tiberia. horrendous children, dragged by parents
Amaranthus and Minucia. Couple; running away? (adultery?)
(fun folk)
Volcasius. no personality = no one wants to sit with him
Statianus and Valeria' Newly-weds (one dainty and dead/one
dumb and dazed)
"Rude, but lucid!' I grinned.
We all agreed they sounded dire, though Helene's conscience made her suggest that Volcasius, with whom nobody wanted to sit, was perhaps only shy. The rest of us guffawed. I pictured this Volcasius. bony legs, always in a very large hat; a man who ignored local customs, offended guides and hoteliers, had no sense of danger when boulders were falling down rain-sodden mountainsides, always last to assemble when the group were moving on – yet, sadly, never quite left behind.
"Smelly,' Gaius contributed; he was probably correct.
"Like you are, Gaius!' muttered Cornelius.
Every group of people thrown together by accident contains one creep; we had all met them. I pointed out how fortunate my companions were that I had assembled our party on scientific lines, omitting anti-social loners in large hats. They guffawed again.
"A man like that could be the killer,' Helene said.
I disagreed" More likely he himself would be murdered by someone he had driven crazy with his odd behaviour.
As Helene stacked our foodbowls neatly, she asked," I wonder where they have all trotted off to? That's one thing Aulus doesn't say.'
"Sparta.' I knew this from the Tracks and Temples tour itinerary I had pinched from Polystratus. I went to fetch it from my baggage pack, to double-check. One thing was certain' my personal group was not going to Sparta. Helene and I had a pact. She hated the Spartan attitude to women. I loathed their treatment of their inferiors, the Helots. conquered, enslaved, maltreated, and hunted down by night as sport by belligerent Spartan youths.
I had brought other lists among my note-tablets. One was a roll-call of the tour Marcella Caesia took three years ago, the names given to me in Rome by her father. I lined up his research against our new list, but apart from Phieeus there were no matches.
"So the mystery is solved. we want Phineus!' declaimed Albia.
Informers are more cautious; most of us have made mistakes over naming suspects too fast. I explained that Phineus would be crazy to be so obvious, that it now looked as if the two dead women had met dissimilar fates, probably at the hands of different killers – and that accusing Phineus was too easy.
"Simplicity is good!' Albia argued. She waved her wrists and posed her head elegantly, as if she were modelling Roman fashions under Helene's tutelage.
"If you accuse an entrepreneur unwisely, it's a very simple lawsuit for defamation.'
"Then you could defend us in court, Marcus Didius.'
"I only chase achievable compensation; I won't go bankrupt! I could just as easily mess up my life by becoming a trapeze artiste. Danger, thrills, andxxxx -'
"Going up in life,' capped Gaius.
"See more of the world, joined in Cornelius, catching on fast.
"In all its ups and downs!' I quipped. Helene shot us a look implying none of us had reached formal manhood.
After we stopped giggling, I explained that we had to find solid evidence, using mundane investigation techniques. All the young people lost interest. This would be how it felt to run an educational leisure tour, with reluctant adolescents hating the culture Bored young people might start plotting mischief- though not, I thought, actual murder.
Albia was annoyed that I had dismissed her theory, but she did support me next morning when I went to reconnoitre the spot where the Seven Sights tour had camped. Helene wanted to come, but was unwell; Greek food had struck her down. After breakfast Albia and I walked quickly southwards from the Leomdaion along the embankment formed by the great retaining wall of the River Kladeos. The Kladeos was a hesitant trickle, wandering among bulrushes, though no doubt in flood it became dramatic.
Jumping fleas pinged around our feet. The air was thick with vicious insects.
"This is nothing, Albia. Imagine this place during the Games, when a hundred oxen are slaughtered at one sitting. Don't even try to calculate the quantities of blood involved. Plus hide, bones, horns, entrails, scraps of uncooked or uneaten meat. While the smoke is soaring up to the gods on Mount Olympus, down here the flies are in their own heaven.'
Albia picked her way cautiously." I can see why those two Germans we met said they always prayed it would not rain. The ground would become very muddy.'
"Mud and worse!'
We found where the camp had been. Aulus had drawn a clear plan. He was a strong, rough draughtsman, using thick stubby lines, but what he meant was clear enough. We could just about discern pale grass, about the footage of two ten-man army tents. We even found tent-peg holes and trampled hollows where they had had a couple of doorways. For a wide area around, three-year-old detritus disfigured the riverbank, left behind by the spectators at the last Games. But where the Seven Sights people camped, there was absolutely no rubbish.
"The travel company are such tidy people, Falco!' Albia had learned informing irony." They have been so careful to remove any clues.'
I planted myself in what would have been the outside approach to the Seven Sights tent, feet apart and thumbs in my belt. It was my favourite belt and this was a useful stance for thinking. The belt had stretched in two places to accommodate my thumbs." I doubt if there were many clues, Albia. And I don't credit the Seven Sights party with immaculate housekeeping.'
"Then who did it?'
"Barzanes said the girl had been killed somewhere else and the
corpse was just carried here afterwards. Forensically, you might search a crime scene. But here, cleaning up so thoroughly gains nothing.'