'And will you go so far as to wait upon your slaves at dinner?' I asked, remembering how Cicero had balked at performing such a reversal.
'Well, no-after all, Gordianus, there are so very many of them in the household and only one of me! I'll already be worn out from visiting with my cousins this afternoon and handing out my presents. But I do let the slaves recline upon the dining couches as if they were guests and take turns serving each other, while I take my meal in my bedchamber. They always seem to enjoy the little charade, judging from all the noise they make. And you? Will you play servant to your household slaves at dinner?'
'There are only two of them.'
'Ah, yes, your bodyguard, that lumbering Belbo, and of course, your Egyptian concubine, the beautiful Bethesda. What man could refuse to wait upon her?' Lucius sighed, and then shivered. He has always been smitten with Bethesda, and more than a little intimidated by her.
'Eco and I will be going home to prepare their dinner immediately after we take our leave of you,' I said, 'and tonight, before the people mass in the streets with their lit tapers, Eco and I will serve the two of them dinner while they recline upon our couches.'
'Delicious! I should come to watch!'
'Only if you're willing to carry a tray like the other citizens in the house.'
'Well…'
At that moment, from the corner of my eye, I saw Eco jerk his head toward the back of the house with a sudden, birdlike motion. His hearing can be quite acute, and so it was that he heard the approach of the young slave before Lucius or I did. A moment later Thropsus came running into the atrium with a look of shock and dismay on his face. He opened his mouth but
'Well, Thropsus, what is it?' said Lucius, wrinkling his fleshy brow.
'Something terrible, Master!'
'Yes?'
'It's old Stephanos, Master-'
'Yes, yes, spit it out.'
Thropsus wrung his hands and made a face. 'Please, Master, come see for yourself!'
'Now, what could be so terrible that the slave can't even utter it?' said Lucius, making light of the matter as he laboriously rose from his chair. 'Come, Gordianus, it's probably a matter for you!' he said, laughing.
But all laughter ceased when we followed young Thropsus into the room where Lucius had shown us his silver. AH the windows were shuttered except one close by the chest. By the cold light that entered we surveyed the disaster which had tied Thropsus's tongue. The red cloth was still thrown over the chest, but now it was all askew, and every piece of silver had vanished! In front of the chest, on the floor, the old slave Stephanos lay un- moving on his side with his arms raised to his chest. His forehead was dented with a bloody gash, and though his eyes were wide open, I had seen enough dead men to know that Stephanos had departed from the service of Lucius Claudius forever.
'By Hercules, what's happened?' gasped Lucius. 'The silver! And Stephanos! Is he-?'
Eco knelt down to feel for a pulse, and put his ear to the dead slave's parted lips. He looked up at us and shook his head gravely.
'But what's happened?' cried Lucius. 'Thropsus, what do you know about this?'
'Nothing, Master! I came into the room and found it exactly as it is now, and then came to you right away.'
'And Zoticus,' said Lucius darkly. 'Where is he?'
'I don't know, Master.'
'What do you mean? You came in together.'
'Yes, but I had to relieve myself, so I went to the privy at the other corner of the house. Afterward I went looking for Zoticus, but I couldn't find him.'
'Well, go and find him now!' blustered Lucius.
Thropsus meekly turned to leave. 'No, wait,' I said. 'It seems to me that there's no hurry to find Zoticus, if indeed he's still in the house. I think it might be more interesting to discover why you happened to come into this room at all, Thropsus.'
'I was looking for Zoticus, as I said.' He lowered his eyes.
'But why here? This is one of your master's private rooms. I shouldn't think that anyone is supposed to come in here except a slave of Stephanos's rank, or perhaps a cleaning girl. Why were you looking for Zoticus here, Thropsus?'
'I–I thought I heard a noise.'
'What sort of noise?'
Thropsus made a pained face. 'I thought I heard someone… laughing.'
Eco suddenly clapped his hands for our attention and nodded vigorously.
'What are you saying, Eco, that you heard this laughter, too?'
He nodded, and made a motion with his hands to indicate that from the atrium it had sounded faint and far away.
'The laughter came from this room, Thropsus?'
'I thought so. First the laughter, and then… then a kind of rattling noise, and a banging, or a thud, not very loud.'
I looked at Eco, who pursed his lips ambivalently and shrugged. He, too, seated in the atrium, had heard something from the back of the house, but the sound had been indistinct.
'Was it Zoticus laughing?' I asked.
'I suppose so,' said Thropsus dubiously.
'Come now, was it Zoticus or not? Surely you're familiar with his laughter-you were both laughing when you came in from the street a while ago.'
'It didn't sound like Zoticus, but I suppose it must have been, unless there's someone else in the house.'
'There's no one,' said Lucius. 'I'm certain of that.'
'Someone could have come in,' I said, stepping toward the open shutters. 'Curious-this latch seems to have snapped. Was it broken before?'
'I don't think so,' said Lucius.
'What's outside the window?'
'A small garden.'
'And what surrounds the garden?'
'The house, on three sides, and a wall on the other.'
'And on the other side of the wall?'
'The street. Oh dear, I see what you mean. Yes, I suppose someone young and agile enough could have scaled the wall and broken into the house.'
'Could the same wall be scaled from this side as well?'
'I suppose.'
'Even by a man with a bag full of silver over his shoulder?'
'Gordianus, you don't think that Zoticus-'
'I hope not, for his sake, but stranger things have happened when a slave is given a small taste of freedom, the experience of spending a few coins, and a little too much wine.'
'Merciful Fortune,' breathed Lucius. 'The silver!' He walked to the chest and reached out as if to touch phantom vessels where the silver had vanished. 'The ewer, the jewelry, the cups-all gone!'
'There's no sign of a weapon,' I said, looking about the room. 'Perhaps one of the missing pieces was used to strike that blow to Stephanos's head. Something with a rather straight, hard edge, by the look of the wound. Perhaps the plate…'
'What a horrid idea! Poor Stephanos.' Lucius rested his hands on the lid of the chest and suddenly drew back with a gasp of horror. He held up his hand and I saw that the palm was smeared with blood.
'Where did that come from?' I said.
'The cloth atop the chest. It's hard to see in this light, the cloth being red, but there's a spot that's wet with blood.'
