I, Claudia (6 page)

The Gaul’s mouth twisted. ‘There are no winnings, madam. You bet them all on the Nubian.’

‘Bugger!’

Claudia slapped her forehead. This is all that bloody Orbilio’s fault, she thought. Odious little snooper.

‘Listen, if that investigator chappie comes slinking round asking questions,’ she said, ‘you just smile and nod and say yes to everything he asks. And I mean everything.’

He’ll think the boy’s daft or unable to understand the language properly, and either way it suits me right down to the ground.

‘There’ll be a sesterce in it for you,’ she added, because
loyalty was a fine quality in a man but you couldn’t always take it for granted. Especially in a slave.

*

There was a comic turn in progress when Claudia finally resumed her seat. In the arena, two women of truly enormous proportions were pretending to be gladiators, clashing wooden swords and oohing and aahing all over the place. Like real fighters, they too were naked and when one fell in a mock wounding, she cast aside her shield in imitation of the plea for mercy except instead of raising her left hand, she shook her breasts in a most lascivious manner to the deafening roars of the delighted crowd and, thus pardoned, the fight recommenced. The Seferius party didn’t seem to have even noticed. Gaius was installed with his arm around Flavia, who—surprise, surprise—was grizzling loudly, while Julia sat on the end, tight-lipped as usual. Thank goodness Mulberrychops was nowhere to be seen.

‘Claudia!’ The relief on Gaius’s face was overwhelming. ‘Perhaps you could have a word with my daughter. Seems she’s a little concerned about the, er, honeymoon activities.’

‘Why, Gaius, I’d be delighted.’ She smiled radiantly at her sister-in-law. ‘You should have asked, Julia.’

Julia’s face darkened with indignation, but she remained silent as Flavia disentangled herself from her father and latched on to Claudia like a leech. Claudia pushed her away, forcing herself to leave what she hoped would be translated as a motherly hand on the girl’s shoulder but refusing to move any closer. Juno, that child could use a bath! If this was a ploy to escape her honeymoon activities, she was certainly going the right way about it.

‘Gaius!’

Talk of the devil.

‘Antonius! You know my sister of course, but I don’t believe you’ve met my wife. Claudia, allow me to introduce Flavia’s fiancé, Antonius Scaevola.’

The newcomer smiled. ‘You’re absolutely correct, Seferius. I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.’

Liar. Several times, if memory serves me right. And at twenty sesterces a shot, no less.

Antonius settled himself beside Flavia and slipped a proprietorial arm around her shoulder his hand brushing against Claudia’s as though by accident. He wasn’t a bad looking fellow on the whole, she thought, and he had more energy than most men half his age. The best advice anyone could give Flavia, now she thought about it, was to get herself fit. After all, Scaevola was no once-a-night man, his bride would need stamina by the bucketload. She glanced at Gaius. He was surprisingly fit, in spite of his bulk. And fast with it. His chins wobbled as he laughed and suddenly Claudia was glad his energies weren’t invested in the marital bed.

‘What do you make of Crassus, then? Tied up and stark naked, too. Something of a new development.’

Antonius moved away from Flavia, ostensibly so he could see the arena better, but Claudia had caught the wrinkling of his nose.

Gaius turned to look at his friend. ‘I hope Callisunus nails the bastard soon, because you never know who’s going to be next.’

Julia let out a small whimper, but no one took any notice.

Scaevola’s mouth turned down at the edges. ‘There’s a lot of men hiring bodyguards—’

‘Ooh, Julia! Think of all those broad, muscular bodies round the house,’ Claudia whispered to her sister-in-law, wondering whether she was supposed to have been chastened by the withering look she received in return.

The fat women waddled off, to wild cheers and whistles, and the serious fighting began.

‘—and they say there’s another new development. A mysterious noblewoman, according to Callisunus.’

Claudia’s ears pricked up. ‘Sounds highly unlikely, a woman of our class skulking round backstreet slums,’ she said. Oh yes, the sooner she returned to that dump the better. ‘Do they seriously think the killer’s a woman?’

‘Could be,’ Antonius replied. ‘Callisunus hasn’t ruled out the possibility that the Woman in Green is his man, so to speak.’

‘Woman in Green, eh? Could be you, Julia. You favour green a lot.’

Another withering glance. She’d have to be careful baiting her sister-in-law in public, she decided. One of these days the old bag would turn. But in the meantime there was a great deal of fun to be extracted from the game.

‘Balbus won’t pay attention to rumours.’ Antonius paused to cheer on the net fighter. ‘His opinion is that the scum who rent those places would sell their children into prostitution for a copper quadran, and, heavens, he ought to know, he takes enough of their money.’

Claudia had heard quite enough about Ventidius Balbus for one day, thank you.

‘You promised a bet, remember?’ She nudged Gaius in the ribs. ‘What about us all wagering a little something on the next fight?’

Her enthusiasm was pounced on by the other four, and while Scaevola organized the stakes, she sincerely hoped it wasn’t her future son-in-law who was responsible for the murders. He was good fun to have around, by and large. It would be a bloody shame to kill him.

VII

More than ever the tenement resembled an ant’s nest as Claudia wove her way across the large, open courtyard. Maybe it was the threat of thunder that hung heavy in the air, or maybe late morning was simply the busiest time of the day, but the bawling and wailing seemed louder than ever, the smell worse than she remembered. This time, resplendent in peacock blue, she arrived by litter, drawing the crowd she’d intended. By the second landing, however, a tongue-lashing had disposed of the curious and Claudia was once again alone.

Dark and comfortless as before, the room had not been touched. Crassus’s bloodstained toga sprawled over the mattress, his boots waiting patiently under the window for their owner to collect them. Dust lay thick on the rickety table, a shrivelled onion and a broken pot beneath it. In the far corner, flies hummed round the charcoal brazier. Claudia was on the point of leaving when her eye caught one object which definitely had not been there the last time.

‘Forgotten something, Claudia?’

Marcus Cornelius Orbilio slowly unfolded his arms and prised himself off the flaking plaster.

She couldn’t speak. For one awful, heart-stopping moment she pictured him propped up against the wall, silently watching her undress, holding his breath while she cracked the whip before witnessing her search for the senator’s money. Hysterical nonsense, of course. She’d been utterly alone and, besides, any witness could only have been the murderer. In which case, she’d be dead. She drew a deep breath and cleared her throat.

‘Don’t tell me—you can only get off by frightening people.’

Orbilio smiled. ‘No, but I’m prepared to make an exception in this case.’

‘You’re just feeling smug because I put one over on you yesterday.’

He flexed his shoulder muscles. ‘Don’t I have every reason? I knew you’d come back. It was only a question of time.’

‘Let’s get one thing straight, Orbilio. I haven’t come
back.
I’m here solely because my name’s been dragged into this mess and I intend to clear it.’

‘And you couldn’t think of a better way?’

Why he seemed amused was beyond her. ‘Certainly not. Ask any one of those people downstairs, I very much doubt whether a single person is able to lay claim it was me they saw.’

‘You mean “willing”, not “able”. How much did you pay them?’

‘Orbilio, grow up. Hundreds of people live in this slum, do you honestly believe I’ve gone round bribing every single one?’

‘I meant just now. I watched you throw a handful of coins in the air. Don’t tell me that wasn’t to—how shall I put it?—sway their judgement?’

‘Orbilio, I wouldn’t tell you the time. Now get out of my way, you’re blocking the door.’

‘Since you’re so observant, perhaps you can tell me what you saw last time? Apart from the corpse.’

‘There was no last time. Get out of my way or so help me I’ll scream the place down.’

‘Feel free, no one’ll come—assuming they even hear you. That’s the way it is here. What were you doing in this room last Saturday?’

Claudia folded her arms across her body and stood firm, confident that sooner or later her wall of silence would wear him down.

‘Was Crassus your lover?’

No response.

‘I suppose you’d have to meet somewhere out of the way, in case Gaius found out, although personally I’d have chosen a rather more salubrious setting.’ In bright sunshine, with thyme-scented hills as a backdrop.

Claudia pretended to study her nails.

‘It’s against the law, too.’

Silence.

‘Claudia Seferius,’ he said mildly, ‘I’m calling you an adulteress.’

‘Yes, dear, and you’ll soon grow tired of it.’

A smile tweaked at his mouth. ‘Was Crassus protecting your reputation? We all know how strongly the Emperor feels about adultery, especially in view of his own daughter’s behaviour…’

He trailed off. Everyone knew the story about the woman’s voracious sexual appetites and how deeply it embarrassed the Emperor, flying in the face of his own moral preachings. It’s always the same, Claudia thought, one law for one sex, another for the other.

‘Cousin Markie, if husbands paid the same price for their affairs as women pay for theirs, there’d be a damned sight more lonely men about, I can tell you.’

Cousin Markie! It served him right, he supposed, getting saddled with a label like that. He’d thought he was clever. He’d thought he could wheedle his way into the Seferius household. Claudia would rebuff him instantly, but at least it would get him an introduction to social gatherings where he could pursue his enquiries. Instead the tables were turned so completely it had been humiliating. He congratulated himself that he’d managed to even the score by waiting in this sordid room until she arrived. He smiled. He knew she would. She was always going to point her horns and charge straight in to attack. Mother of Tarquin, she was lovely.

Provoking a reaction by suggesting adultery with that bloated old haddock Crassus failed miserably. Not that he gave the idea serious credibility. He’d thrown it in to create ripples, but the water remained calm. Too calm. Why hadn’t she torn his throat out at the mere suggestion? ‘How long had he been dead when you found him?’

Claudia watched the slow progress of a cockroach crawling over the peeling plaster.

‘I have three grounds for placing you at the scene of the crime.’ He had nothing to gain by holding back. ‘One.’ He ticked them off on his fingers. ‘A snip of green cotton.’

‘We’ve been through that.’

Orbilio grinned. ‘So we have. First Gratidius says it was you, then he’s not sure because his assistant suddenly swears it wasn’t. Incidentally, that’s the same assistant who’s just settled a long-standing doctor’s bill. However you missed something.’

It was no good her pretending indifference.

‘You forgot to bribe the porter who delivered it to your house.’ Hooray, that brought a spark of life to her eyes. Even though she covered it quickly. ‘Two. You returned to the scene of the crime. Perhaps not evidence in itself, but highly suggestive and a trait common to most criminals.’

‘Want to arrest me?’

‘And, three, I have a witness. You were seen coming in and going out of this room.’

Orbilio opened the door wide. Frowning, Claudia looked up and down the empty passage.

‘You don’t see him?’

She pulled a face.

‘Rufus!’

A bundle of rags in a doorway formed itself into a small boy.

‘Rufus, do you recognize this lady?’

The urchin shuffled closer. ‘Yep. That’s her.’

‘Nonsense!’ Claudia turned to Orbilio. ‘How much did you bung this little guttersnipe? One ass? Two?’

‘She called me a poxy little oik.’

Her eyes flashing, Claudia looked the boy up and down several times. ‘That’s hardly conclusive. I should imagine everybody calls you a poxy little oik.’

‘And up yours and all, missus!’

Orbilio watched recognition dawn on Claudia’s face, but instead of a feeling of triumph, an iron claw gripped his guts.

‘I remember this horrid little ragbag now. It was in the Forum.’ She turned to Orbilio. ‘He rammed me with a pig’s head. The snout, if I recall correctly, caught me right here.’ She jabbed her navel.

‘You was wearing green.’

‘
You
was running from the shopkeeper.’

‘You was here.’

‘I was not!’

‘You was. I’d know that swagger any place.’

‘I most certainly do not swagger!’ Claudia spun round to Orbilio, who quickly covered his mouth with his hand. ‘Are you seriously considering the word of this offensive little street arab against mine?’

The investigator scratched the back of his neck. ‘Yes,’ he said at last. ‘I rather think I am.’