Marilyn Todd - Virgin Territory

Claudia pulled faces at herself in the mirror. There was only so much time a girl could spend on the essentials-the bath, the manicure, the hair-even though Pacquia had done a marvellous job on her legs, shaving them so gently with the hot walnut shells that Claudia hadn’t suffered one single burn.

But by mid-afternoon the minutes were starting to drag heavily. It was utterly impossible to venture into the hills in this weather, but Old Conky assured her it would be fine again tomorrow, ample time to tackle Aristaeus before catching the boat back to Rome.

Claudia had rummaged through her jewellery box until she found the right phial. Belladonna. Lace that pervert’s wine and the world would be a better place for everyone. Oh yes, everything was working out perfectly. Junius had returned from Agrigentum with good news, in fact, the very best. Claudia’s future was absolutely watertight. Which reminded her. Supersnoop had the hump.

‘You lied to me about Junius,’ he said. ‘You knew damn well he wasn’t due back when you said he would be.’

‘You knew damn well he wasn’t under suspicion,’ she had retorted. ‘That makes us even.’

Tut, tut. She really hadn’t taken Orbilio for a grudge-bearer.

‘How many times do I have to tell you, Claudia? Murder is not a game. Why do you take everything to the wire?’

Good question. One she’d often asked herself. But a gambler is a gambler. We take everything to the wire, Marcus.

But that was last night, when she’d had too much to drink and was feeling benevolent. Why else would she have mentioned seeing Utti at the funeral? Hell, he probably knew the whereabouts of those two deadbeats anyway.

‘You’re up to something,’ he’d said, totally ignoring the Utti thing. ‘I can smell it.’

Bully for you, she thought. But you’ll never know what, because it’s finished with. Over. Gone. Forgotten. Yessir, what I found in Gaius’s papers, what I chased halfway round the world for, hasn’t a shred of evidence to its name. And on the strength of that, she’d honoured Bacchus a little too heavily. The headache this morning had been a real blinder.

‘I’m warning you, Claudia. If I find you’re breaking the law, I’ll clap your fanny in irons, regardless of what’s between us. Do I make myself clear?’

There was only one response you could make to a sanctimonious statement like that and Claudia made it. She put her tongue between her lips and gave him the loudest raspberry this side of Mount Etna.

It had been easy to avoid him at breakfast this morning, but returning from the bath house she’d seen little Vilbia playing in the atrium. So there she was, Claudia, rolling around on the tessellated floor, singing:

‘Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man,

Bake me a cake as fast as you can-’

when a man’s voice cut in.

‘Take the ingredients down from the shelf-’

Claudia’s eyes were staring at a familiar pair of patrician boots. With one fluid movement she bundled up little Vilbia, still chortling and chuckling, jumped to her feet and thrust the squirming tot into Orbilio’s arms.

‘Sod off, said the baker, cook it yourself!’

Whether this wasn’t the finish line he’d learned in the nursery Claudia didn’t know, but for a seasoned representative of the Security Police he seemed somewhat inexperienced when it came to handling the more junior members of society.

‘The mouth goes to the top,’ Claudia had offered helpfully.

Vilbia’s response to his indignities was to turn bright red and scream, although Orbilio had stolen the honours on colour. His anguish was ended only when the child’s nursemaid snatched her charge from his arms with a glare that, in lesser men, would have turned their hair snow white. Sucking in her cheeks, Claudia marched off to her room.

‘Wait.’ He dodged in front of her. ‘I have a few more questions about the family.’

‘I thought you’d solved your case?’

‘I have, but a bit of background information never goes astray.’ He made a brave stab at a grin. ‘You know me. Always like to soak up the atmosphere.’

‘Dreadfully sorry to disappoint you, Orbilio, but the role of informant doesn’t appeal, thank you very much.’ She flashed a devastating smile at Diomedes, passing through the far arch on his way to give Eugenius his massage, and continued talking through her teeth. ‘As it is, I strongly resent you following me out here, invading my privacy-’

‘I did not.’

‘You damn well did.’

He watched the rain drip steadily from the roof-spout into the pool. ‘I didn’t follow you. I followed Sabina.’ Claudia suddenly felt like the fish who’d swallowed a fly, only to find it was on the end of a hook, next stop the boiling pan. A lead weight thudded into her stomach, she could hardly breathe. You followed Sabina?

‘Why?’ That thin little voice sounded a million miles away. ‘If you knew she wasn’t a Vestal Virgin?’

He didn’t even have the decency to look her in the eye.

‘I followed her because she wasn’t a Vestal,’ he said, jutting his chin out. ‘It…seemed odd, her pretending to be one when she wasn’t. Especially when the family thought she was. If you see what I mean.’ Claudia did not see. She did not want to see. In fact, the only thing Claudia wanted at that particular moment was to pass right through the wall and into her bedroom. She couldn’t use the door, Orbilio was blocking the way.

Tell a lie, there was one other thing she wanted. A very stiff drink.

Dear Diana, how could she have let herself believe he’d sailed halfway round the world after her? Claudia Seferius, you really are a silly bitch.

‘What do you know about Old Bedroom Eyes?’ he was saying.

Claudia felt her colour rise. ‘Who?’ she asked sharply. By Juno, she’d be in that doctor’s bed tonight, come hell or high water. She’d put that mattress through its paces.

‘Come on! Ever since I got here, it’s been Diomedes this, Diomedes that. Has he cast a spell on the Collatinuses, for gods’ sake?’

‘If he has, it’s a bloody sight better than casting aspersions the way you are.’

‘Claudia, I know for a fact-’

‘That’s another thing, Orbilio. I’m sick up to here with the patter of your tiny feats, get out of my way.’

And that was when she received a second bombshell because he did, goddammit. He bloody stepped aside.

Claudia stared at the rain hammering hard against the window and ran her finger up and down the glass until it squeaked. Well, she thought. That arrogant patrician is nothing to me. What did it matter if he had more sex appeal than you could shake a stick at? There were other men. Better looking. Younger. Blonder, even…

That was another thing about Supersnoop. By rights she ought to take him with her to Aristaeus’s, except he’d only insist on dragging the man off for trial. In fact, with only Hecamede to give evidence against him, Aristaeus could be out in no time, free to ply his evil trade on other little girls. Oh no. Keep Orbilio out of this and let Belladonna do the work.

But Aristaeus was scheduled for tomorrow, Diomedes for tonight-and in the meantime, Claudia was bored.

Bored, bored, bored.

All four kittens lay piled in one contented, snoozing heap on top of their mother, who half-opened one protective eye every so often, but couldn’t be bothered to move on a wet day like this. Claudia gave her a few strokes between her ears, but the purrs were obviously an effort, so to pass time she decided to inspect the redecorated banqueting room.

Eugenius had ordered new friezes, garden scenes of peacocks and finches, waterfalls and nymphs, but the workmen, who had all but finished the job, apparently couldn’t get over in the rain. The room was deserted. Claudia cast her critical eye over the walls. They looked great from a distance but could they stand close scrutiny? To her surprise, the detail was as skilful as the overall picture. Maybe more so, because once you started looking closely, the eye was drawn to finer and finer detail. Some of the plants were quite astonishing and she wondered whether the painter carried the same honesty through to portraits. Not if he wanted further commissions, she thought.