Marilyn Todd - Man Eater

‘Good of you to drop in.’

On a rock at the edge of the waterfall, his legs swinging nonchalantly, sat the most infuriating policeman she had ever had the misfortune to meet. Dogged was not the word. In future she would need to trail aniseed.

‘You have the adhesive qualities of a leech, Orbilio, and only two-thirds of the charm.’

As fast as an otter she dived back down, but there was nowhere to go. As he well knew, because when she surfaced for air he hadn’t moved so much as one well-developed muscle.

‘Do you like children?’ he asked, his eyes fixed on a small boy, naked as nature intended, holding his sister’s head in an armlock as he tried to kick her legs from under her.

‘Too chewy,’ Claudia snapped.

‘How many should we have, do you think? Three? Four?’

Godsdammit, he was doing it again. Using sex appeal as a decoy. Except last night, what she’d mistaken for lust had been nothing more than a tweak of guilt at leaving her under a shadow. How could she have been so stupid?

‘Orbilio, do me a favour. Hold your head underwater till nightfall, will you?’

‘Come on, admit it. Admit that you love me. Admit you didn’t mean what you said last night! I didn’t.’

‘About me being accused of murder?’

‘No. About you keeping hold of your precious underwear.’

After splashing around like a demented tadpole for ten minutes, she realized there was no alternative but to accept the offer of that irritating outstretched hand. Slooop! She was out of the water like a cork from an oil jar.

‘You know, it could have been Junius,’ he said, passing her a towel.

I like a thrill, Orbilio, but I don’t employ homicidal maniacs simply to avoid the odd spot of boredom. Claudia rubbed her wet curls vigorously. ‘Yes, I heard it was a hobby of his, carving up strangers with a kitchen knife.’

‘He could have killed Fronto to protect you.’

Claudia lifted the cloth and peered underneath. ‘His job, my clever investigative friend, is to protect me. If he felt I was being threatened, I rather think he’d have mentioned it.’

Orbilio’s toes splashed in the water. ‘Not if the motivations weren’t entirely straightforward.’

Slowly Claudia lowered the towel. ‘Meaning?’

‘Let’s suppose, for the sake of argument, there was a green-eyed monster prowling around at the same time.’

‘Junius? Grow a brain, Orbilio. The boy’s a slave.’

‘He’s not a boy, and as for slavery, I recall he was offered his freedom and refused. Unusual behaviour, wouldn’t you say?’

Downright peculiar, now you come to mention it. ‘That was ages ago. He helped me out of a jam and in return my husband offered him a straight choice between money and freedom. Under Seferius rules, you only get one bite at the pomegranate.’

Orbilio’s gaze continued to rest on the children. Three more bare-bottomed toddlers had come to join them, and they were chasing each other round the saucer rims, squealing and squeaking, last one standing the winner. Their mothers might fuss and fret and turn grey with worry, but when you’re eight years old, there is no such thing as danger and the slippery, slidy basins were just one more piece on the board.

‘It never occurred to you why he might have taken the money?’

‘Why does anyone take the money?’ Claudia didn’t bother to hide the exasperation in her voice. ‘Look, we’re doing the same thing as those kids down there, going round and round in circles. Junius serves as my personal bodyguard because he’s trustworthy and he’s loyal. I haven’t forgiven him for running off to you, but I’m damned sure he didn’t do it because his conscience was at risk.’

‘Why not? He sees Fronto, a complete stranger, knocking at your door and suddenly he thinks, why him? Why not me? So-’

‘That’s a damned good question, Orbilio. Why would I invite Fronto into my bedroom an hour before dawn?’

‘-racked with jealousy, Junius runs off to the kitchens-which, incidentally, are in close proximity to your bedroom-grabs a knife and wallop. How’s he supposed to know you would fall under suspicion?’

‘I repeat, why should Fronto come to my room? Do I look desperate?’

‘Claudia Seferius, you know full well what Fronto was doing there.’

She slapped her hand against her forehead. ‘Does nobody listen to me? I have never-never, ever, ever-seen the dung-beetle before in my life!’

His eyes homed in on hers. Is that the truth, they signalled.

Shame on you for asking, hers flashed back.

Then I can safely assume it’s all a pack of lies, his replied, dancing with laughter.

Claudia snapped her gaze away. Down on the riverbank, a group of musicians was setting up to entertain the hordes and overhead a kestrel was being run out of town by a flock of starlings. The urge to run with it was overwhelming, but he would only follow. Boy tribunes were easy to shake off-create a diversion and go-but Orbilio was no Salvian.

‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ he said suddenly. ‘Green and lush, throbbing with vitality. It’s as though Venus herself came down and scattered scallop shells under the waterfall.’

Claudia felt her muscles tense. Dammit, he had no right to do this! ‘Don’t tell me, the water is as liquid larkspur, the air as pure as-’

‘There’s no poetry in your soul, you know that? Well, if you want to talk business, that’s fine by me. Let’s discuss your previous run-in with Quintilian, shall we?’

She picked a violet and began to pluck its petals off. ‘I haven’t a clue what you’re waffling on about.’

‘Let me refresh your memory. Firstly there was the tenement deal, then you diddled him out of his land in Campania-’

‘Rubbish! It was up for sale and my bid was the best.’ How the hell did he find out about that? ‘I rather fancy a villa in the suburbs-’

‘It wasn’t on the open market, though, was it? The Senator already had a gentleman’s agreement with the agent.’

Of course. Cleverclogs has a whole network of spies, and like the threads of a fungus, they are deceptively widespread. ‘Can I help it if the seller got greedy? Besides, there are times when a purchaser has a moral responsibility towards certain lands. I personally feel that in this particular case he was right to sell to the person most sympathetic to the existing landscape and the established way of life. What’s so funny?’

‘Nothing. It’s just that, for a second there, I thought you were referring to yourself. Ow!’

Since a backflip from her towel did nothing to eliminate the maddening sparkle in his eyes, Claudia concentrated on footholds as she made a direct ascent up the rockface. Free from Salvian, free from Supersnoop, free from the ragbag Pictor family, she could throw herself into the holiday spirit and get blissfully lost in the throng. Phrygian melodies hung in the air-harp and pipes and tambourine. There was probably dancing going on, as well.

The climb was stiffer than it looked, but these were man-made crevices and, dammit, she would not be beaten. Not with Supersleuth watching her progress. Nearly there. Nearly… Her hand slipped and, flailing out, she grabbed the nearest solid object, an upright leather pole, and levered herself over the ledge. It was only when she’d rolled both knees safely on to turf that Claudia began to wonder what a leather-covered pole was doing up there in the first place.

‘I’ve b-been looking everywhere f-for you!’

Pole? Claudia had both hands round a leather-clad military ankle. She released Salvian’s boot and glued a very broad smile into place. ‘Now there’s a coincidence,’ she said brightly. ‘Because I’ve been searching all over for you, too.’

And it could have been the rush of the waters, but she thought she caught a rich baritone laugh float up from below.