On the excuse of discussing the late Heras, I took myself back to the Museion to see Philetus. Heras was already on his mind when I was let into his office. ‘As Director of the Museion, I shall have to write to tell the parents what has happened.’ He was soon in full flow, lamenting his time-consuming responsibilities and the burden of trying to keep order among the young scholars.

‘Had Heras come to your attention before?’

‘I try to know all our scholars personally.’ So he had never heard of the young man.

‘Was he a model student?’

‘His tutor says so. Hard working and well liked. ’That was the natural response to an unexpected death. It had no value. I bet the tutor could barely remember which one Heras was.

‘What is known of his background?’

‘His father owns land and collects taxes.’ That fitted what Heras himself had told me. ‘Of course everyone of any standing in Egypt farms and collects taxes, Falco - but I am told the family is respectable and of good repute.’ Surprisingly, Philetus did seem to have done some homework. Perhaps he was not all bad - or perhaps some minion winkled out the facts. A diplomatic letter was needed for the family, to protect the Museion’s reputation. Philetus was clearly nervous that an angry father would storm here, demanding answers and trying to apportion blame. I wondered if his anxiety was based on prior experience.

If there had been negligence, I wanted no part in any cover-up. I changed the subject. ‘I’d like to tap your wonderful knowledge, Philetus -’ I managed not to choke myself.

‘You are stuck then?’ he rasped. I nearly decided not to ask him anything. Still, he was right to some extent.

‘May I speak in confidence?’ Philetus nodded, eager to see how much trouble I was in. ‘I have one death that looks like murder, but which may be suicide. Another looks like an accident, but I believe it was attempted murder.’

‘What? Who would have wanted to murder Heras?’

‘Nobody, as far as I know. The suggestion is, another man was the intended victim. Heras died by mistake. Apparently you have a slew of feuds among your shortlist candidates.’

‘Oh that’s no secret, Falco!’

I tackled the subject as delicately as I could. ‘I could not help overhearing your pleas with Philadelphion to set aside his mistress. She seems a liability! I am looking at her carefully in case her involvement last night is suspicious.’ As I expected, that thrilled the Director. He was so pleased, I even wondered if he had wooed Roxana himself and been rejected. ‘Can you tell me anymore about the woman?’

‘A papyrus merchant’s widow. He was wealthy, it goes without saying. It wouldn’t surprise me if her husband was helped on his way - though the story was, he died of a tumour. Somebody should have made sure Roxana remarried and was kept firmly out of trouble - but who would have her now? Several of my junior colleagues pay her far too much attention. She enjoys it and will not be discouraged.’

‘Are members of the Museion allowed to marry?’ I enquired.

‘No reason why not. Nobody has ever suggested,’ Philetus pontificated, ‘that a man may not copulate and think at the same time, Falco.’

I stayed calm. ‘Nor that a rich sex life lessens mental facility. Men with fine minds often rush to lower themselves - and being known for their minds seems to increase their chances. Power is a fast-acting aphrodisiac. Women find high position an attraction in a man - and busy men feel extra virile.’

‘Some of us know how to control our urges.’

‘Oh good!’ I was no prude but I flinched from the idea of Philetus controlling his urges. ‘So your objection to Philadelphion’s flirtation with Roxana is purely moral - he is supposed to be a family man. Others, I am told, resent it out of pure jealousy’

‘A woman with such a soiled reputation? I cannot see the attraction,’ Philetus sniggered.

‘Not tempted?’ I bet he was! ‘What about Nicanor? People say he lusts after her.’

‘A man of upright principles.’

‘An honest lawyer?’ I let a smile show. “Well, I do not think Nicanor would risk his grand career over a woman. However, he has vile ambition. He might do absolutely anything to obtain the prestigious librarianship.’

‘Would he? You had better ask him, Falco.’

I probably would do eventually. At the moment, seeing I had no evidence, Nicanor would simply deny it.

‘So give me a steer, Philetus: now you have announced your shortlist, which of your four candidates is the hot name?’

‘What do you think of them, Falco?’As always, the slippery Director dodged the ball, throwing it straight back to me. If he was being discreet I could have borne it, but he was just indecisive.

‘Philadelphion must be the front-runner - though would you relish working closely with him? Apart from the black mark for Roxana, is there anything else against him?’

‘I shall be perturbed if it comes to light there was something amiss with zoo security last night. It appears,’ mused Philetus grimly, ‘at the very least there must have been carelessness in locking up the crocodile. I now have to see whether Philadelphion is running his zoo properly . . .’ So count him out! Philetus could not leave it alone: ‘He is too quarrelsome, anyway. He was always wrangling with Theon and he continually argues with Zenon, our astronomer.’

‘So what of Zenon?’

Philetus’ eyes narrowed. ’Extremely competent.’ That was terse. I got it: Zenon knew far too much about the financial background. Zenon was dangerous to Philetus.

‘We were talking about Nicanor. Is he as good as he thinks he is?’

‘Too reluctant to make contributions to discussions. He holds back - and thinks himself very clever and manipulative.’ That was such a good assessment I thought Philetus must have filched it from someone else.

‘Apollophanes? You get on well with him, I think?’

Now I had pleased him. ‘Oh yes,’ agreed the Director, like a feral cat who had just stolen a particularly rich bowl of cream from a bunch of pampered house pets. ‘Apollophanes is a scholar I always find congenial.’

I left, thinking how very much I would have liked to see Philetus dead, embalmed and mummified on a dusty shelf. If possible, I would consign him to a rather disreputable temple where they got the rites wrong. He festered. The man was only good for a long eternity of mould and decay.

XXXIV

This was a mess. At risk of increasing the slurry, I went to the Prefect’s palace and told the staff not to allow any movement on the Library appointment until my investigation finished.

‘The Director is nagging us for an early announcement, Falco.’

I smiled serenely. ’Let him nag. You are the bureaucrats. Your prime task is to find convoluted systems that necessitate delay.’

Anything that avoided work seemed clever to the aides-de-camp.

‘When the Director sent through his list, did he tick his preferred candidate?’ I recommend you make additions.

‘Philetus? Make a decision?’ Even the senatorial wide-boys laughed.

They had passed the list in to the Prefect like a red-hot brick. Knowing how to take care of himself, he biffed it straight back out and asked them to brief him on what action to take. It was too important to remain in an in-tray. They were stuck. They asked me.

‘If in doubt, consult the Emperor. ’That could take months. ‘The list is a travesty, incidentally. I recommend you make additions.’

‘Can we add names?’

‘A Prefect can always call in extra candidates. He should do so. It demonstrates that he is exercising his judgement and experience, not just acquiescing weakly to whatever is put in front of him.’

‘He will like that! Who should he call in?’

‘Timosthenes, for one.’ They wrote it down. Beneficiaries of fine educations, they could write. I was pleased to see it. ‘When the old man asks why, say: “Timosthenes is already holder of a similar post at the Serapeion. He runs that library well. He is not so academically eminent as the others, but a solid candidate, so in view of the Emperor’s preference for appointments made on merit, you advise that Timosthenes should be considered”.’