"Yes, we know you can run!' I snarled wryly."You use the training tracks here at the gym?' The sports facilities were on two levels, with a washing area between them. The lower building appeared to be a palaestra, with the usual large courtyard and side rooms for boxing practice. When I bought the food I had seen that the upper building had an indoor covered running track for use in hot or otherwise inclement weather, with an open-air colonnade at the back; both tracks extended a whole stadium's length."Aulus is pretty athletic. Did he practise with you?'
"Yes, but being stuck here bored him. He tried to persuade me to abandon the oracle, but I am adamant. I need the gods' help to find out what happened to my wife.'
A raw note had entered his voice. We let him alone for a few minutes. Eventually Helena took him back to the beginning of his marriage, asking how Valeria had been chosen as his bride. Statianus confirmed that prior to the wedding the couple hardly knew each other. Valeria's mother had been a friend of his own mother's years before.
"She was respectable, but she came cheap?' My frankness grated. Statianus steadied, as if he recognised he was up against a fiercer interrogator than he had encountered so far. Aquillius Macer had stubbornly thought him guilty, but lacked push; even Aulus would go easy on a fellow aristocrat – he rarely used charm, but had a snobbish politeness with his own level of society.
Impatient with my rudeness, Helena leaned towards Statianus."We met your mother in Rome. She is thinking about you, missing you. She wants you to come home and be taken care of
He let out a very small humph. I guessed he realised Tullia Longina thought he should get on with his life – which meant a speedy remarriage.
I let Helena continue the interview. More sympathetic than me, she drew from Statianus his version of what had happened to his wife at Olympia. It mostly matched what we had heard. Valeria wanted to meet Milo of Dodona, in order to hear a recitation. They had quarrelled about that; her husband admitted that they quarrelled frequently.
"Were you in love with your wife?'
"I was a good husband.'
"None of us can ask for more,' Helena assured him gravely.
She had more. She had much more, and she knew it. She pressed my hand briefly, as if she thought I was about to erupt indignantly.
They discussed the fatal evening. Statianus had dined out with the men; he came back and found Valeria missing, went out again to look for her. Nobody else took any interest; he searched alone. He could not find her."Did you go to the palaestra that night?' Helena asked.
"No. I have cursed myself for that, a thousand times – but it was a private club. They had people on the doors to deny non-members admittance. If I had gone, I might have saved her.' If he had blundered in on the killing, he might have been bludgeoned to death too."When I did go there the next morning.
He could not continue. Helena, who was tougher than she looked, calmly described for him how he had found the body; the hostile superintendent ordering him to remove it; carrying his dead wife back to the group's tent; screaming for assistance. He seemed surprised we knew it was Cleonyma who first came out to him."A good woman,' he said briefly. We sensed how stoically she must have responded to the ghastly scene.
"Tullius Statianus, did you kill your wife?' Helena asked.
"No.'
Helena held his gaze. He stared back with only a tired look of defiance. He had been asked the same question too many times. he would not rant in outrage at it. He knew he was the chief suspect. Presumably by now he also knew there was no direct evidence to arrest him.
"This must all be very hard for you,' Helena sympathised.
"At least I am alive,' he replied harshly.
I took up the questions, tackling him again about his relationship with Valeria. He knew I was probing for a motive. Like all relationships, theirs had been complicated, but it sounded as if they were realistic about their fate. Although they had scrapped all the time, they had one thing in common. both had been put into the marriage for other people's convenience.
"Would you have divorced? Was it that bad?'
"No. Anyway, my parents would have opposed a divorce. Her relatives, too, would have been disappointed.'
"So you reached an accommodation?' Helena suggested. He nodded. It seemed the couple were resigned. In their social circle, if they had given up on this marriage, both would only have been shunted into new ones – which could have turned out even worse.
Later, Helena and I discussed whether Statianus had hated the situation more than he now said. Did the prospect of nagging parents force him to decide that killing Valeria was his only way out? I thought sticking with her was the easiest option – and he liked the easy ones. Having met his mother, Helena felt that if he really wanted out, he could have got around the opposition eventually. So she believed the marriage would have lasted."At least until one of them found somebody who offered more love.'
"Or better lovemaking!'
"Ah, that would definitely count,' Helena agreed, smiling.
While we were with him at the gymnasium, I tested Statianus as hard as possible."So would you say you had learned to tolerate your wife -and she felt the same?'
"I never would have harmed her.' It did not answer my question, and when he saw I was dissatisfied, he snapped,"It is nothing to do with you!' I could see how this attitude would have upset Aquillius.
"Statianus, when a young woman dies a brutal death, all her relationships become matters of public record. So answer me, please. Was Valeria more restless than you were?'
"No, she didn't like Olympia, but she was happy with me!' His frustration was showing."I don't know who you are, Falc o- I trusted Aelianus and that's the only reason I'm talking to you.' Now self-pity took over."I shall never get through this.'
"That is why you should talk to me. By finding the truth, I help people contain their pain.'
"No. As soon as I saw my wife there dead, I knew everything was over. Everything has changed for ever. Whoever he was, the man who took her life – when she had enjoyed no life to speak of- also ruined mine. If I go home, I know my brothers and my parents will not understand. I have to carry this alone. That is why I stayed in Greece,' Statianus said, answering one question that I had not asked yet.
Helena and I were silent. We understood. We even understood his certainty that nobody he knew would ever truly share his devastation. His misery was genuine.
For the first time, Tullius Statianus had revealed his heart. We saw
why Aelianus had been sure he was not the killer. We too believed him innocent.
Belief was not proof.
We had reached a natural break. Statianus complained he was tired; he had eaten so much he must be ready for a nap to sleep it off. I wanted to ask more questions, to gauge his thoughts about the others on the trip who must become suspects if we decided he was innocent, but I agreed to defer it. He told us where he was staying – a dismal inn, though he said it was no worse than the places to which Phineus took his clients. In fact, Phineus had told him where to stay. I noted that he spoke of Phineus with routine disparagement.
He promised to meet us tomorrow; I arranged to collect him from his inn. He seemed perfectly willing to talk to us now, and I wanted to extract everything I could from him while we had him in Delphi, separate from the group. Then I would take over from Aulus the task of persuading Statianus to give up on the oracle. But that could wait overnight. There was no rush.