‘I told you before. Working in my office.’
‘Yes, that’s what you said.’ I toughened up. ’Now let’s have the truth.’ I was sick of being treated like a dunce. I was sick of traipsing to and fro across this magnificent complex just so one arrogant scholar after another could think he was bamboozling me. ‘I’ve heard false alibis before. Stop prevaricating. A thirty-foot crocodile escaped and savagely killed an innocent young boy. Heras was flirting with your lady love - who had lured him here to annoy you. What do you and Roxana want - the army to arrest you both for perverting the course of justice?
Either you cough up what really happened or you’ll be in custody within the hour. Your affair will be exposed and it will finish your chances of becoming Librarian. The Director will be absolutely thrilled to drop you.’
‘Flirting with Heras?’ Philadelphion interrupted, apparently amazed.
‘My source is impeccable.’
‘I know nothing about that.’
‘So what do you know?’
‘Does Roxana say this happened?’
‘Roxana denies it.’
‘Well -’
‘That clinches it for me. She’s a lying little madam. She and Heras had an assignation; I have an independent witness who knows it was pre-arranged. So Roxana is a liability for you - and a suspect for me. Forget being wounded by her skittish behaviour and confess what went on that day’
Philadelphion straightened up. ‘Roxana and I quarrelled, yes. It was about Nicanor. The minx uses his interest in her to cajole me into spending more time with her, bigger presents, better outings . . .’ ‘Minx’ was too soft. Still, better men had been bewitched by cunning Egyptian temptresses. ’This business with the shortlist has just brought everything to a head over Nicanor. I loathe the man; I make no secret of that. ’The Zoo Keeper shook his head in wonderment. ’But I don’t see, Falco, why Roxana would have been with somebody like Heras -’
I could see it. ‘Because she wanted to make you sorry for something. If she had encouraged Nicanor instead, he would have been very difficult to shed once she finished with him. A woman of Roxana’s perception would know not to use Nicanor as a temporary dupe. With him, it would be all or nothing. Toy with such a man, and the consequences would be grim. Heras, though, poor Heras seemed a safe plaything.’
‘Roxana is not like that.’
‘She is as tough as an army nail,’ I said. ’And trouble. Take my advice - dump her.’
‘Oh but she’s such a pretty little thing!’ wheedled the Zoo Keeper. I nearly decided the Director was right: this man’s judgement was faulty. Still, if candidates were turned down just because they were linked with unsuitable women, no high positions in the Empire would ever be filled.
The baby elephant was not receiving its fruit fast enough. It began to circle us with its tiny trunk in the air, trumpeting petulantly. If Hannibal had used such little creatures in the Carthaginian armies, the Roman legions would have stood their ground going ‘Coo, aren’t they cute?’ - though only until the babies came at them. This one was half my height but he carried enough weight to make us scamper out of his way when he charged.
We took refuge behind a fence. As a way to interview a suspect, it was not ideal.
The Zoo Keeper made a feeble joke about how sweet they were when their ears flapped. Then, crouching out of the little elephant’s sight, he knuckled under and confessed: Roxana had been spiky because she thought he was playing around with another woman.
‘What other woman?’
‘Oh, nobody’
I groaned. As a couple Philadelphion and Roxana seemed made for each other. Both tangled themselves in complications. But according to him, Roxana was ridiculous to doubt him. He maintained his complete innocence and her irrational fears - right up to the point when he decided to admit that after all, he did have an alibi for the night Heras died. I could hardly believe his effrontery; he came out and said it was Thalia.
I went back to see Thalia.
‘Oh you again, Falco!’
‘Routine enquiries . . . Can you confirm for me, please, that two nights ago a certain Philadelphion, Zoo Keeper of this locality was - as he is now claiming - engaged with you for several hours in innocent discussion of an animal he calls a catoblepas?’
Thalia looked vague. ‘Oh yes; now you mention it, we might have been.’
I seethed. ‘Never mind what in Hades is a catoblepas -’
She drew herself up. This was always impressive. ‘A kind of wildebeest, Falco.’
‘Philadelphion called it legendary’
‘Maybe yes, maybe no.’
‘This strange dispute kept you entertained all evening?’
‘He refused to see it my way. He told me what he thinks - and I put him straight. The beast hails from Ethiopia, has the head of a buffalo and the body of a hog - or is it the other way around? The name means it looks downwards, anyway. Rumour says its horrible stare or its breath can either turn people into stone or kill them.’
‘That sounds like rubbish.’
‘In my opinion,’ replied Thalia, ‘with which, when I put it to him properly, the Zoo Keeper agreed, a catoblepas is the same as the bloody big antelope I know as a gnu.’
‘A what?’
‘A g-n-u.’
‘Fabulous . . .’ I controlled my lungs, while wishing my breath could kill people. ‘So you pair were locked in debate about the origins of this suppositions creature for how long?’
‘Suppositions? Don’t come here with your big words, Falco.’
‘How long?’
‘Oh . . . about four hours,’ wheezed Thalia.
‘Don’t even begin to hope I’ll believe that.’
‘Falco, when I visit Alexandria, we always observe the customs of the desert. Perhaps we aren’t actually in the desert - but it’s close enough. So most of the time the Keeper and I were sitting cross-legged in my tent, having a respectable bowl of mint tea.’
‘Mint tea? Is that what they call it around here?’ I demanded caustically.
‘You do go on, Falco.’
‘I know you of old. You said most of the time. And the rest?’
‘What do you think?’
‘I think I feel sorry for Davos.’
‘Davos isn’t here to complain. Jason got a bit jealous - snakes can be touchy - but he knows it wasn’t serious and he’s all right about it now . . .’
‘When I first asked, you implied you hardly knew Philadelphion.’
‘Oh, did I?’
‘Don’t mess me about. I assume you have in fact known him well for years?’
‘Professional contact. Since before his hair went white.’
‘Roxana presumably knows that. So her suspicions of him were fully justified?’
‘Oh Roxana!’ Thalia grumbled. ‘Can’t she overlook a little bit of fun between old friends?’
‘Your “fun” got a boy killed by mistake.’
Then a shadow did darken Thalia’s face. Whatever her attitude to adult behaviour, she always had tender feelings for the young.
XLI
This was turning into a drear morning. Either people gave me the run-around or they came clean with stories I preferred not to know.
Next, I tracked down the lawyer. That was never going to cheer me up.
Only a fool would expect Nicanor to confess to anything. I knew if he did, there would be some tricky technicality that would get him off - probably with me looking stupid. I was spared that: he denied everything. According to him, he had never looked at Roxana and had no desire to beat Philadelphion to the librarianship. ‘Let the best man win, I say!’
I asked if he had any kind of alibi for the night Heras died. Again, I was wasting my breath. Nicanor declared he had been alone in his room at the Museion. Since he was a lawyer, he knew this was completely useless. His arrogance made me wish I had the key to the padlock on Sobek’s enclosure and a goat to lure the crocodile out to eat Nicanor.