"Who called in the quaestor to take charge?' asked Helena, thinking it must have been Sertoria Silene, or perhaps the widow Helvia.

"I did!' Minucia surprised us. In outward style she resembled

Cleonyma, especially since the two couples had shopped for their present outfits at the same market boutique. I found it hard to place her otherwise. She could have been a freed slave too, but equally I could see her as the hardworking wife of some freeborn craftsman or shopkeeper; maybe she had tired of arguing with a lazy husband and rebellious children, had run off with Amaranthus in desperation, and now knew she could not easily return to her home town.

"How come, Minucia?'

"Things were getting ridiculous. I had nothing against Valeria, poor soul. She did not deserve what happened to her. The priests were all trying to ignore the problem, some damned women from Elis were extremely obnoxious – what in Hades had it to do with them in any case? – and when I heard there was a Roman official at the VIP's guesthouse, I just marched right up to him and made a fuss.'

"Aquillius see'ms convinced Statianus was the guilty party,' I said.

"Never!' We all looked at Cleonyma. True, she was enjoying the drama. Even so, her verdict was that of a shrewd, quietly observant woman. "I saw him straight after he found her. I'll never forget his face. The boy is innocent.'

"Aquillius Macer must be fairly inexperienced,' Helena brooded. Amaranthus scoffed, summing up the quaestor as a man who would abuse his mother. Cleonymus insulted that noblewoman even more lewdly, not only casting doubt on the quaestor's paternity, but suggesting that an animal had been involved. Not one of the cuddly ones. Helena smiled. "You are saying Aquillius could not organise his way out of a bran sack?'

"Not even if he had a great big map,' agreed Amaranthus, glumly drinking wine.

Until now, Helena had barely touched her cup, but now she topped it up herself. "Here's a question for you. Your tour is supposed to be escorted. So where was your organiser, Phineus?'

A silence fell.

"People think Phineus is wonderful,' Cleonyma remarked, to no one in particular. She left the statement hanging.

"One or two people think he's bloody terrible,' her husband disagreed, but they did not argue over it.

"Did Phineus help, after the murder?' Helena persisted. "Aren't you all paying him to keep you out of trouble?'

"He did what he could,' snorted Cleonymus. "That wasn't much – still, there wasn't much anyone could have done, given that Aquillius

was determined to keep us trapped in that tent until he could arrest someone – and that he failed miserably to decide who it should be. Only the fact that Aquillius wanted to come back to Corinth made him say we could all go free. Even then – " Cleonymus gave me a dark look. "Our reprieve was temporary.'

"So what, to be precise, did Phineus really do for you?' I asked.

"Kept the food coming and ensured the wine improved,' Minucia told me, caustically. "I thought he could have moved us into decent accommodation, though that never happened. But he kept at it, talking to Aquillius. "Negotiating for us," he maintained.'

"Aquillius speaks well of him.'

"Mind you – " Amaranthus used a heavy, mannered delivery which combined making a point with making a joke. "We have established to general satisfaction, haven't we, that Aquillius Macer is so bright he could lose himself in an empty sack.'

I smiled at his response. "So, my friends – any idea where your wonderful escort is right now?'

Apparently, Phineus was earning himself a few drachmas, trotting off to Cythera with some other visiting Romans, while he waited for this group to be given their release. Cythera, an island at the extreme southern end of the Peloponnese, seemed a damned long way to let a suspect travel.

"I hope, for their sakes, he doesn't take them to that conniving murex-seller who cheated us last year,' said Cleonyma. Murex is the special shellfish dye used for purple cloth; its cost is phenomenal. Cleonyma and her husband apparently had an intimate knowledge of shopping for luxury goods.

Since we seemed to have exhausted their knowledge of the murder, Helena started asking Cleonyma about their past travels. Although this was their first trip with Seven Sights, the couple were old hands.

"We've been on the road for a couple of years. While we can last out, we'll keep going. The money came from our old master. He had a lot – mainly because for decades, he never would spend any. Life with him was bloody hard, especially after he got sick. But in the end, he seemed to change his attitude. He knew he was dying, and he started handing out presents.'

"Was he frightened that you might stop looking after him?'

"Bribery? No, Helena; he was scared of the pain, but he knew he could trust us.' Cleonyma was matter-of-fact. I could imagine her as a brisk but efficient nurse. Receiving a bed-bath at her hands might

be a worry. Especially if she had been drinking. "He never said beforehand, but when he went he left us everything.'

"So you know he valued your loyalty.'

"And no one else could put up with him! – We two had been together unofficially for years,' Cleonyma reminisced. Slaves are not allowed to marry, even other slaves. "But as soon as we got our windfall, we made it proper. We had a huge bash, all the works, ceremony, contract, rings, veils, nuts, witnesses, and a very expensive priest to take the auguries.'

Helena was laughing. "The auguries were good, I hope?'

"They certainly were – we paid the priest enough to guarantee that!' Cleonyma too was relishing the story. "He was a clapped-out old pain in the buttocks – but he managed to see in the sheep's liver that we shall have long life and happiness, so I like to think he had good eyesight. If not, you and me are finished!' she warbled to her husband, who looked on, bleary but amiable. "Now we just think, let's see the world. We earned it, so why shouldn't we?'

We all raised our drinks in a friendly toast to that.

"Somebody else took an interest in Valeria's fate.' Helena asked, trying not to look worried. "Wasn't there a young man from Rome, called Camillus Aelianus?'

"Oh him!' The loud foursome all guffawed.

"He got up a lot of people's noses,' Minucia declared.

Helena said sadly, "It means nothing. He doesn't know he's doing it.' She let the truth sink in. "Aelianus is my brother, I'm afraid.'

They all stared.

"He said he was the son of a senator!' Cleonyma exclaimed. Helena nodded. Cleonyma looked her up and down. "So what about you? You are with an informer, so we assumed.

Helena shook her head gently. "Make no mistake – Marcus is a very good informer. He has talent, connections, and scruples, Cleonyma.'

"Any good in bed, though?' Cleonyma giggled, giving Helena a poke in the ribs. She knew how to defuse an awkward situation by lowering the tone.

"Oh I wouldn't have looked at him otherwise!' Helena replied.

I drank my wine impassively. "So where is Aelianus – does anybody know?'

They all shrugged and told us he had simply vanished.