had gone to the baths with her cousin.
“It’s not mixed bathing, is it?” said Ruso hopefully.
Catavignus looked shocked at the suggestion. He was not expecting the girls back before the women’s session ended at midday. “But allow me to entertain you while you wait, Doctor.”
Ruso excused himself on the grounds that he was on duty, politely agreed to Catavignus’s suggestion that they must talk some other time, and then found himself floundering for an excuse not to attend the guild of caterers’ dinner tomorrow evening along with his delightful friend, the officer Catavignus had had the pleasure of meeting at the bathhouse yesterday. “And there’s no need to worry, doctor,” Catavignus assured him. “My niece has told me all about your relationship.”
“She has?”
“We live in complicated times.”
“That’s very true,” agreed Ruso, who was intending to uncomplicate a few things as soon as Tilla emerged from the sanctuary of the bathhouse.
“I don’t blame you at all,” Catavignus was continuing. “A man in the prime of life should not restrain himself. And she is a very attractive young woman.”
“Ah-yes.” Ruso edged toward the door. “I really do have to-”
Catavignus’s “We’ll talk about this when you have time” sounded more like a threat than a promise. “But in the meantime,” he added, “please don’t feel there should be any awkwardness over this ownership business.”
“Right.”
“We will be honored to welcome you to our home whenever you wish.”
“Thank you,” said Ruso, feeling less at ease with every reassurance. “Just one last thing. Was your niece at home with you last night?”
Catavignus smiled. “Of course. We are all thrilled to have her back. And the caterers will be delighted when I tell them you’re coming to the dinner.”
There was someone else he needed to see while he was waiting for Tilla. Ruso ducked in under the dripping awning and banged on the door of the snack bar. A female voice called from within, “We’re closed!”
“I’m not a customer!” called Ruso, wondering what sort of bar remained closed on a normal working day and whether he was interrupting some sort of crisis. Across the street, several men were lining up against the wall of the bathhouse, sheltering beneath the overhang of the roof. Susanna must be missing out on a good deal of business.
Just as he was about to give up, the door opened to reveal the waitress who was not Dari.
“You’re Albanus’s officer.”
“I’ve come to see Susanna,” he said.
The girl disappeared into the gloom. “It’s all right; it’s not him! It’s the doctor!”
A distant voice shouted, “Which one?”
“The new one!”
A reply came from somewhere in the back of the building. “She says she didn’t call for you,” translated the girl, returning to the door.
“I didn’t say she did,” pointed out Ruso. “I need to have a word with her. But if it’s not a good time-”
“It’s the day of rest, sir.”
“Right,” said Ruso, baffled by Susanna’s apparent lack of business acumen. “So can I talk to her, or not?”
The girl pondered that for a moment, then turned and called, “He won’t go away!”
“Oh, all right!”
The girl retreated and Susanna appeared from a back room. “Excuse this,” she said, pointing at the towel wrapped around her head.
Ruso noticed the pale splashes down the substantial expanse of her tunic and wondered if she bleached her hair herself.
“Still, you’re a doctor,” continued Susanna, reaching down behind the counter. “You’ll have seen worse.” She produced a flagon of ordinary wine, a water jug, and a cup. “What’s so urgent?”
“Sorry to disturb you on the Sabbath,” he said. “I didn’t realize.”
One unbleached eyebrow rose. “How do you know?”
“A guess,” said Ruso, whose knowledge of her people’s customs came from a grim visit to Cyrenaica, where the local Jews had practiced their tradition of rebellion with such fervor that the army had performed its equally time-honored response of massacring them. “Are there many of you here?”
She shook her head. “Just me. Singing the Lord’s song in a foreign land, and largely unappreciated.” She led him across to a table under a small window, and seated herself on the bench opposite him. “I can’t say I’m doing very well at it, but I didn’t ask to be widowed and stranded here among a bunch of quarreling pagans, did I? And so far I’ve been blessed with a good living. Now. What was it?”
Ruso poured himself a drink. “I’m hoping you can tell me some more about Dari.”
Susanna sighed. “Why is it that men always need to talk about Dari?”
“I don’t know,” said Ruso. “I’ve never met her.”
“Wait there,” she said, and headed for the kitchen door.
Seconds later a remarkable bosom was followed out of the kitchen by a pert nose attached to a cheerful face.
Ruso suddenly understood the appeal of arm wrestling.
The girl placed both hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward in a manner that placed a fathomless cleavage exactly at Ruso’s eye level. “Susanna says you want me.”
“Please,” said Ruso, gesturing to the bench and forcing himself to look the girl in the eye, “sit down.”
In the privacy of the closed bar she seated herself with her back to him, then curled both knees up to her chest and swiveled around in a flurry of skirts. She used both hands to shift the bosom so it was resting on the table, and inquired, “What can I do for you?”
Ruso tried to concentrate. “I’m making some inquiries,” he said, “about the murder of a soldier the other day.”
“Poor Felix,” she said, frowning. “I only found out last night. What a shock, eh?”
“So you haven’t spoken to anyone else about this?”
“ ’Course I have. Everybody’s talking about it. It’s not a secret, is it?”
“Anyone official, I mean.”
“Only you, sir.” She leaned closer and dropped her voice to a husky whisper. “Ask me anything you want.”
Ruso cleared his throat again and said, “You were working here that night?”
She nodded.
“Tell me what happened.”
The account she gave added little to what he already knew. A busy night, a beer shortage, Rianorix shouting at Felix and twice being thrown out into the street.
“You know Rianorix?”
“Everybody knows him. He’s the good-looking one who sells baskets at the market.”
Ruso was already having enough difficulty focusing on the facts without being reminded of the charms of Rianorix. “And afterward?”
The girl wrapped a dark curl around her finger and pulled it toward her mouth. “Well, that was it, wasn’t it? If Rianorix came back for a third go, I didn’t see him.”
“And when did Felix leave?”
“A bit later on.”
“With his friends?”
“No,” said Dari, suddenly monosyllabic. The curl sprang back into place.
“I heard he stayed to talk to you.”
“What if he did?”
“What were you talking about?”
The bosom lifted off the table. The girl sat back and folded her arms beneath it. “What happened wasn’t
