David Wishart - The Lydian Baker

Demetriacus's eyes widened. 'Really? Why on earth should he want to do that?'

The hell with this. If he could be direct then so could I, and I was tired of fencing anyway.

'Because the guy's a crook,' I said. 'He was after a gold statue that my stepfather was trying to buy from a man called Argaius. He'd arranged Argaius's murder and he knew I suspected him of it. And I think as a consequence he's hiding out somewhere in this building.'

I'd been expecting Callippus to butt in. Now he did.

'Corvinus, that's enough! More than enough!' He turned to Demetriacus. 'Before we go any further, sir, can I say that this is not the official view or anything near it. Melanthus is-'

The door opened, and Antaeus reappeared with Hermippe in tow. She stopped and stared at me.

'Valerius Corvinus?' she said. 'I thought you were with Cleo.'

'Uh…yeah.' I glanced at Callippus. His lips were set tight, and he looked like someone had just inserted a very long poker up his rectum. 'I just…ah…slipped downstairs for a moment.'

'Sit down, Hermippe.' Demetriacus indicated the other guest chair. 'Valerius Corvinus is a friend of the Lord Callippus here. The City Watch commander. He's asking about Melanthus of Abdera who is, I think, a client of ours?'

His voice held a question. Hermippe paused before answering.

'Yes, sir,' she said at last. 'A regular client of several years' standing.'

'I'll fetch the wine and milk now, sir.' Antaeus made a move towards the door.

'Wait a moment. Antaeus.' Demetriacus held up a hand. 'Perhaps you can help us here yourself. The Lord Corvinus has suggested that Melanthus may not have left the house that evening. He did, didn't he?'

Antaeus frowned and looked at Hermippe.

'Of course he did,' she said. 'Shortly after sunset. Antaeus was otherwise engaged, but I saw him leave personally.'

'You're certain?'

Her back straightened. 'Absolutely certain, sir.'

'Thank you.' Demetriacus turned back to Callippus. 'There's your answer, Commander. Naturally if you don't believe us you're quite at liberty to search. We have no clients at the moment who might find that inconvenient. Or do we, Hermippe?'

'Only Valerius Corvinus himself.' Her voice was dry. 'And I take it he would have no objection.' Callippus didn't look at me, but his lips set even tighter. Jupiter! How the guy could be a Watch commander and still subscribe to the moral code of a sixty-year-old Vestal beat me.

'Fine.' Demetriacus was smiling. 'Then please feel free to look round, gentlemen, as much as you wish.'

'Great, that's-' I began.

'A search won't be necessary, sir.' Callippus stood up. 'And I don't think we need trouble you any further. My thanks for your help. And my apologies for the inconvenience. Come on, Corvinus.' He paused. 'Unless you have other commitments, of course.'

Snide bastard. I didn't move. 'There is one thing, Demetriacus,' I said. 'You mind if I have a look at your cellar before we go?'

Demetriacus frowned. 'The cellar? I don't understand.'

'Put it down to Roman idiosyncracy. I have this thing about cellars.' Callippus had his mouth open to object but I talked through him. 'It won't take a minute.'

'Take as long as you please. Antaeus?'

The big guy moved forward. 'This way, Valerius Corvinus.'

I'd heard more cheerful invitations, but I'd got what I wanted. 'You coming, Callippus?' I said.

'No.' He was looking grim. 'I think you can make a fool of yourself perfectly well without my help. You've done a fine job of it so far, anyway.'

And screw you, too, pal, I thought. Well, this looked like the end of a beautiful friendship, but it was the only chance I was going to get and if I was right it would be a clincher. 'Okay. I'll see you outside.'

Callippus grunted. I got up, nodded to Demetriacus, and followed the now-not-so-jolly giant across the hall and down the corridor next to the Achilles painting.

Everything fitted: the distance, the sound of our footsteps. Everything. Sure enough, when we got to the kitchen there was the door. This time it was open.

'Would you care to go down, sir?' Antaeus said. There was an edge to his voice that I didn't like more than half. No, I didn't want to go down, not a second time, not with the Last of the Titans here waiting up above ready to tie me into a neat bow when I came back up, but I needed confirmation. Then it would be a case of fighting my way to Callippus if necessary, showing him that I had the facts to back the theory, and nailing Demetriacus's lying hide to his fancy front door. That I'd enjoy.

'Sure,' I said, surreptitiously checking that my knife was where it should be in its wrist sheath. 'You got a lamp? Or should I just break my neck and save you the trouble?'

He didn't say anything. Crossing to a cupboard in the corner of the kitchen, he took down a pottery oil lamp and lit it with a spill from the charcoal stove. I took the lamp and went down the stone steps.

The cellar was full of wine jars. Very full. If it was a cosmetic job, whoever had done it had had divine help. He'd even managed a few convincing spider webs and a layer of dirt, dust and grime. Not to mention a dead mouse or two.

Shit.

'Have you seen enough, sir?' Antaeus said when I came back up. Polite, but sarky as hell underneath. I handed him the lamp without a word and went outside to face Callippus.

Okay. So I was wrong. Wherever I'd had my talk with Prince Charming, it hadn't been the Scallop. Sure, Melanthus could still be hiding out there and Demetriacus could've been bluffing from start to finish: Hermippe had been lying when she said he'd left, I was certain of that; you get the feel for lies when you've heard them often enough. The question was why? Her boss had wanted her to bail him out, sure he had, I'd noticed the loaded question, and she'd done it nobly. Out of loyalty, or something else? Or was I just fantasising again, Demetriacus was the upstanding public- spirited citizen he pretended to be and the Scallop was the only honest cathouse between here and the Pillars of Hercules?

Callippus had gone, but Dida was there waiting. He was grinning from ear to ear.

'Your friend the Watch Commander left a message for you, lord,' he said. 'He suggests that if you have any other half-baked theories you drop them down a very deep hole. He also said that he'll be grateful if you stay out of his hair completely for the next decade or so. Preferably in Corinth.'

'Uh, right. Right, got it. Message delivered.' Gods!

'That's a paraphrase. His actual words weren't so polite.'

That I'd believe. 'Just take me home, Dida, okay?'

I got into the coach, feeling drained. Well, you win some, you lose some, and this wasn't even close to a draw. It had been worth a try, though, and I'd still bet a hatful of rubies to a smoked sardine that Melanthus was holed up inside somewhere. Maybe behind one of the doors I hadn't opened, or in a room the other side of the courtyard. Or maybe there was another cellar that the big guy hadn't shown me. The problem now was I was stymied. I doubted that Demetriacus would let me over the threshold now legitimately, and with Antaeus straining at the leash to see how far I'd bounce if he got to throw me out short of a full frontal attack with a cohort of Praetorians at my back I didn't have a hope in hell of getting in any other way. Checkmate. For now, at least.

So. I had to approach the problem from another angle. There were two possibilities, and both of them were total bummers. One was to track down Prince Charming and/or the Ethiopian, the other was to concentrate on the statue itself. I hadn't had much luck so far with the first, and from Callippus's message I got the distinct impression that he wouldn't bust a gut to help me in future. So, bummer or not, it had to be the second.