enough to do looking after Gaius Baebius. Why he caused so much work was a mystery to me. I found him about as exciting as watching a bird-bath evaporate.
'I hear you're on holiday?'
'Oh it's just a few days,' warbled Junia offhandedly.
'Of course you'll have four months at your private villa in Surrentum once the weather bucks up!' I was joking, but my sister blushed because that was what they liked to imply to people who knew them less well. 'Gaius Baebius, I need to talk to you.'
'Have some breakfast, Marcus.' My sister probably hoped I would say no, so although I had bought myself a bread roll on the way to their house, I accepted on principle. Some folk when they acquire money spend it avidly; Junia and her husband belonged to the other type, and were painfully mean in some ways. They were always changing the furniture, but hated to waste money on starving relatives.
Junia led the way to their dining-room. It was about three feet wide. Their apartment was the usual small rental, but Gaius Baebius had recently improved it with some odd partitioning. It stayed up, provided no one leaned against the walls, and enabled them to pretend they had a separate triclinium where banquets could take place. In fact people now ate squashed on stools in a row against a low table. Unfortunately, my brother-in-law's interior- design scheme meant if you had the table there was no room for even one proper eating-couch. I squeezed in without comment; he was really proud of their superior living style.
Junia served me a small chunk of loaf-making sure I got the black bits-and a sliver of pallid, tasteless cheese to help it down. Meanwhile Gaius Baebius carried on munching a mound of cold meats.
'New plates?' I asked politely, since much of mine was visible.
'Yes, we thought it was time we invested in Arretine. Such a wonderful gloss-'
'Oh these are not bad. We bought some ourselves,' I countered. 'Helena and I wanted something just a little more original. We hate to go out to dinner and find the same service we dine off at home: Ours was a present from a friendly potter at a little place I discovered when we were staying in Germany.'
'Really?' Junia had always been impossible to tease. She did not believe my foray into fancy dinnerware.
'I'm quite serious.' On the rare occasions when I managed to surpass these snobs I liked to make it known.
'Fancy that!' Junia rattled her bracelets and applied her gracious air. 'What did you want to ask Gaius Baebius?'
Insulting my hosts paled, so I settled down to business. 'I'm being forced to unravel a muddle our beloved Festus left behind. ' I saw them exchange a glance; word of my mission had run ahead of me. Junia surveyed me as if she knew Festus was about to be exposed as a villain and she blamed me for everything. 'Did you meet the soldier who was camping out at Mother's house? He's dead-'
'And you're supposed to have done it?' Trust Junia.
'Anyone who thinks so needs a new head, sister!'
'We didn't like to say much.'
'Thanks, Junia! Leaving things unsaid until the pot boils over is a fine art in our family, but this time it won't work. I'm desperate to clear myself before I'm in court on a murder charge. It all seems to hang on Festus and his business network. Gaius, the soldier came up with some story about imports. Can you tell me this: when Festus was sending items to Italy from abroad, did his ships land at Ostia?'
'As far as I know. I expect,' offered Gaius Baebius prudishly, 'Festus thought that having a brother-in-law in customs meant that he could dodge his harbour dues.'
I grinned. 'He certainly thought it! No doubt he was wrong?'
'Of course!' exclaimed Gaius Baebius. No doubt it was sometimes true.
'Would your records show whether a particular ship landed? I'm talking about the year he died, so we have to go back a bit.'
In between large mouthfuls of breakfast, Gaius Baebius addressed the subject in his slow, pedantic way. 'Is this the ship that's supposed to be missing?' More of this story must be current than people had previously acknowledged.
'The Hypericon, that's right.'
'If she did land, someone would have her listed. If not, no.'
'Good!'
'If she fully unloaded at Ostia, Ostia will have the records. If her cargo went into barges and came up to be sold at the Emporium, it would be recorded here in Rome. Festus wasn't selling through official channels though, so you probably want Ostia.'
'Well, Ostia's close enough,' I replied airily. 'What if she was beached somewhere else in Italy?'
'The only way to discover that would be to visit every possible port and check their lists-if the local officials are willing to let you look at them. And always assuming,' Gaius Baebius added heavily, 'the Hypericon behaved in a legitimate fashion.' Something we both knew must be open to doubt. 'And paid the proper duty.'
'If not,' I agreed despondently, 'she could have slipped into land anywhere and had the cargo smuggled ashore.'
'And it was years ago.' He liked to be optimistic.
'And she may really have sunk, so I'm wasting my time.'
'Sinking was certainly the story. I remember the fuss Festus made about it.'
'At last somebody seems to know something about the problem!' I flattered him. 'I think we can assume the Hypericon never came into Ostia. Either she did sink-or she would have been hidden away. But would you be prepared to do something for me, old son? To help the family?'
'You mean check up on her?'
'Not only her. I want you to examine the lists for that whole year.'
'I'd have to go to Ostia.'
'I'll pay your mule hire.' He would pinch official transport anyway, if I knew him.
I could see he was prepared for the inconvenience; probably it was a good excuse to escape from Junia. As for her, she would let him go off on the trip because Festus had been her brother too. Junia must have been watching this possible scandal unfolding with more horror than the rest of us; after all, she was the one who had refined ideas.
'Let's get this straight, Falco. You want to see if Festus had any other commissioned vessel that came into Ostia?' Gaius Baebius loved that. 'Oho! You think he transferred the goods?'
'I've no idea. I'm simply looking into every possibility. I should have done this before, as his executor. Even if this cargo was submerged, there may be something else worth looking for. What I'm hoping is that I may discover a cache of property belonging to Festus that I can sell to get his legion off our backs.' What I was hoping was to find more than that.
'Why don't you just tell them there is nothing?' demanded Junia angrily.
'I've already done that. Either they don't believe me, or they intend to be paid regardless of whether it ruins the whole family. ' I held my tongue about the savings-bank theory. 'Gaius Baebius, are you prepared to help me? Will the lists still exist?'
'Oh they should exist all right. Have you any idea, Falco, how many vessels come into Rome in a season?'
'I'll help you look,' I volunteered quickly.
'It will still be a job and a half,' Gaius grumbled, but it was plain he would do it. 'I could go out to the coast today and see my pals at the port. I can have a look at what we're letting ourselves in for.' Gaius Baebius was a true bureaucrat; he loved to think he was so important he had to ruin his holiday by rushing back to work. Most people would baulk at a round trip of twenty miles, but he was ready to gallop off to Ostia immediately. 'I'll be back by the end of the morning.' The man was an idiot. If I carried out enquiries at such a dash, I would be worn out. 'Where can I find you later?'
'Let's have a late lunch. I'll be at a wine bar near the Caelian.'
Junia pricked up her ears. 'I trust this is not a place with a bad reputation, Marcus?' My sister kept her husband out of trouble; not that he exerted himself getting into any.
'It's not called the Virgin for nothing.' Junia looked reassured by the name of the drinking-house and told Gaius he could go.
'There may be one other problem,' I confessed. 'Any ship Festus chartered could be registered in the name of
