I was so startled I almost choked on mine. ‘Egobarbus,’ I exclaimed, as he had no doubt hoped I would.
Marcus set down his drinking cup. ‘You see what that suggests? The two men did know each other. Felix arranged the house himself, although he pretended only to have dealt with Egobarbus through an agent. Of course he would expect Egobarbus to come to him, and not the other way about, but why select a place like that, instead of arranging to have him quartered at a military inn at no cost to himself? He was carrying an imperial warrant. Or why not simply summon him to Glevum? I never trusted this visit. I knew he was plotting something — no doubt with the help of his bewhiskered friend.’ He glanced at me. ‘What are you frowning at?’
‘I was merely wondering, Excellence, why — if Felix met the man at the house, or even simply sent word where it was — he did not invite him to the banquet then. Of course, Felix did not know whose mansion he would have here, but he was clearly intending to demand a feast as soon as he arrived. But the guard at the gate was quite specific on the point. Felix sent his invitation only when he learned that the Celt was being held for questioning in Glevum.’
‘I cannot answer that,’ Marcus said tetchily. ‘But there was clearly a secret meeting between them. There is confirmation of that, from an unlikely source. The driver of the hired carriage, you remember?’
I remembered only too well. I had hoped to question him myself.
‘You were right to think of it,’ Marcus said, magnanimously. ‘He did come back for payment, as you suggested. I had one of my guards waylay him and bring him in for interrogation. He was most co-operative.’
I felt sure he was. My heart went out to the poor fellow whose only crime was first to carry a party of Celts who failed to pay him properly, and then to return to claim what was his. It was likely to have proved a painful experience. But Marcus does not share my doubts on such matters. I said, briefly, ‘What did you learn?’
‘That he was engaged by one of Egobarbus’s slaves in Letocetum. That is where he comes from. On a given day he was to drive along the Glevum road, pick up Egobarbus and his party from a house — the same house from his account of it — and bring them here.’
‘But not to take them from Letocetum to the house?’
Marcus looked startled. ‘I had not thought of that. You are right, my old friend — it is a little odd.’ He motioned to the waiting slave to come and refill his cup. ‘Although the Celt was expecting to receive some money. The driver kept repeating that, whatever they did to him.’
I winced.
‘He was promised a large sum,’ Marcus went on, ‘and payment for his return journey too. He arrived as arranged, but he had agreed a premium for a fourth passenger, and there were only three. When they got here the Celt refused to pay it.’
‘I have been thinking about that,’ I said. ‘That is odd too. Why should he demand an additional fare? Does he not have one of the devices on the wheels which counts the times they turn? I thought that was the agreed basis of all hiring charges now?’ The widespread introduction of the simple machine from Rome some years ago had enormously simplified the business of travelling — up to then the price of a carriage depended largely on chance, and how vulnerable you were to threat and extortion.
‘He needed to bring a bigger carriage, he says, instead of his usual lighter one. Three he could have managed, but not four. He swears he explained to the slave who hired him that there would have to be an extra charge. And then the Celt could not pay it — or would not. Instead he referred him back to Felix. And, remember, Felix arranged for the use of that house, and paid for it.’
I took another sip of my own watered wine before I ventured, ‘Do you suppose, Excellence, that they arranged to meet there, and somehow failed to do it? That would explain the fourth place in the carriage. Intended for Felix, do you suppose?’
Marcus looked at me. ‘Felix would have his imperial carriage. Why would he want to travel in that way?’
I had no answer to that. ‘Perhaps it was not Felix himself,’ I suggested feebly. ‘There are others of his party. Phyllidia, for instance — or that maid of hers. Her custos — the guard who travelled with her. Zetso Octavius even.’ I did not believe it, even as I spoke. Perhaps the wine had fuddled my brain — I am not accustomed to strong drink in the morning. ‘Though of course they had their own transport too. We must find Egobarbus, Excellence, and ask him. He cannot have gone far.’
‘You can ask him, my old friend, but I doubt that he will help you.’ Marcus’s face took on the satisfied look of an arena lion after a tasty snack. He knew something that I didn’t, clearly, and he was making me work for it.
I struggled for inspiration, and it came to me at last. ‘You have found him?’
Marcus shook his head. ‘I have not found him, no, but it seems that someone may have.’
‘Dead?’
Marcus raised his drinking cup as if to say, ‘Correct.’
I was, frankly, surprised. That attack in the alley the day before had convinced me that the counterfeit Egobarbus was still alive, and presumably in the city somewhere. ‘Where?’
‘In that self-same house I was talking of. He must have done as you suggested, crept past the gates disguised as a funeral mourner, and made his way back there. It is not impossible to walk at night, if one is desperate.’
‘But, Excellence — those ruffians yesterday — I am convinced they were his slaves.’
‘I presume he went alone. He could hardly smuggle his servants through the gates with him.’
It is dangerous to dispute with Marcus, but I could not let it pass. ‘But it is a day’s march. You are sure it is the same man?’ It occurred to me that this might be the missing passenger.
‘As sure as I can be. The owner of the house was questioned this morning when he returned to his home. A little later he came running to the mansio, saying that there was something in the well. A red-haired body, in plaid leggings.’
It was not one of the slaves then. They wore simple tunics. And it was a Celtic gentleman. No one else in these islands wore trousers. But I was still doubtful. ‘Have they examined the body?’
Marcus shook his head. ‘The owner tried to pull it up on his bucket but the weight broke the rope. But he thought he should report it, since the courier had been asking questions. I think he was hoping the military would help him to retrieve the body. It will poison his water supply.’
‘And did they?’
‘I imagine so. I do not know with what results. The messenger was just leaving, as it happened. He galloped straight to Glevum and the commander sent word to me. However, since you were so keen to visit Eboracum, I thought of sending you. You can confirm it is the same man. I will give you a letter, with my seal, and they will entertain you at the mansio.’
But this was not Eboracum, I wanted to shout. This was a poky military inn only a few miles away. But if my patron ordered me to go, I would have to do it.
Marcus saw my face. ‘Cheer up, old friend. At least, if you make the journey, you will escape the necessity of attending another funeral. There will be a funus publicus for Felix in two days’ time. I have decreed it. The Emperor will expect some such public gesture.’
I nodded. For these great state occasions a herald goes about the streets summoning all the citizens to attend and — whatever one’s dealings with the deceased — it is generally prudent to do so. It occurred to me with a shudder that at any other time it would have been Marcus’s herald that made the proclamation.