A Dying Light In Corduba Part 24

Was this why you approached Anacrites and not Laeta?'

'It seemed appropriate to involve the intelligence group.'

Involving Anacrites was never appropriate, but one had to work with him to see it. 'What happened next? Anacrites wrote back formally and asked the proconsul to investigate - so he handed the job straight to Cornelius? Won't that turn out awkward for him anyway?'

'He could say he had no choice. Once there was an instruction from Rome, Cornelius was bound to follow up.

Still, we made sure his answering report was conveyed discreetly.'

I laughed briefly. know! Whoever decided to send that report with Camillus Aelia.n.u.s?'

'He was friendly with Cornelius.'

I shook my head. 'And with another young man too! Aelia.n.u.s read the report and I have a nasty feeling he pa.s.sed on the contents to exactly the wrong person.'

Placidus paled. 'Quinctius Quadratus?'

I nodded. Placidus. .h.i.t his palm against his head. 'I never thought!'

'It's not your fault. Young Quadratus is everywhere. Clearly it runs in the family.'

We considered the situation like men of affairs. We looked grave; our talk was measured; we stared hard at the water, pretending to count fish.

'Being involved in many spheres of provincial life is not a crime, of course,' placidus commented.

'No but at some point being over-busy speaks for itself. A good Roman only flaunts himself if he's trying to get the populace to support him in a ballot - and even then he tries to look as if he hates putting himself forward.'

'You picture a man I could vote for, Falco!' he cried admiringly. He was being ironic. So was I, come to that.

'And I'm not picturing Attractus. Everything he does has the smack of personal ambition and family gain.'

'But the situation is not being ignored,' Placidus tried to console himself.

'That's no guarantee of action. You learned your job on the Palatine. You know how things work. It's a difficult one.'

'You are asking me to provide evidence?'

'And you're going to tell me there is none?'

He shrugged wearily. 'How do you prove these things, Falco? Businessmen talk among themselves. If they are plotting to force up prices, only they know. They are hardly likely to tell me or you. Half of the smalltalk will be innuendo anyway. And if challenged, they will deny it all, and look outraged at the suggestion.'

'You sound as if you had done ten years as an informer,' I told him sadly.

His tone became more embittered. 'Obtaining information is easy, Falco! A bit of cheap charm and a few bribes will do the trick for you. You want to try a job where you're taking money from people. That's the hard life!'

I grinned. I was starting to like him. Well, I had the same rule for state officials as I had always had with women: once the situation started getting friendly it was time to leave.

'Just one more thing, Placidus - I had no luck when I tried to see the original correspondence. There seem to be two versions. Am I right that in his report Cornelius told Anacrites you suspected a cartel was being set up, but it was at an early stage and could be contained?'

Placidus frowned slightly. 'I didn't see the actual letter.' 'But?'

'But that's not quite what he and I agreed.'

'Which was?'

'Plans for price-rigging seemed to be at an early stage, certainly - but we were extremely concerned that because of the key personnel and their influence in Baetica, containment would be very difficult!'

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The procurator was seriously upset. 'You just can't tell, can you? Cornelius and I had agreed the exact opposite of what you say was reported in! I would have sworn Cornelius was absolutely straight. And I would have banked on the proconsul to back him -'

'Calm down -'

'No, I won't! It's too bad, Falco. Some of us really try todo a decent job, but we're thwarted at every turn!' 'You're jumping to conclusions, friend. The wrong ones,I think.'

'How can that be?'

'Two reasons, Placidus. First, I never saw any of the letters, so this is just hearsay. And second, while the report from Cornelius was in the custody of Camillus Aelia.n.u.s, maybe he let it be tampered with.'

'Tampered with? You mean, forgery?'

'I realise such words are odious to a conscientious man.' 'And Aelia.n.u.s, you say?'

'Don't be misled by his sweet smile.'

'He's just a lad.'

'He's twenty-four. A careless age.'

'I heard he was some relative of yours?'

'He'll be my first child's uncle in a matter of weeks. That does not mean I shall trust him to rock the cradle unsupervised. He may have been a friend of the upright Cornelius, but he was also thick with the young Annaei - a disreputable crowd. Until they quarrelled over a situation on their fathers' estates, he rode with Quinctius Quadratus too. You know this group?'

'Young fellows, some away from home, loose in a provincial capital and looking for a riot. Too much drinking; a lot of athletics and hunting. They're justwanting thrills - particularly if they think their elders won't approve. Quadratus had them dabbling with the cult of Cybele -'

'That's an Eastern religion!'

'Brought here by the Carthaginians. There is a temple in Corduba. At one stage they were all going there, then Annaeus Maximus stopped his sons, the proconsul made some sour remarks to Cornelius, and it tailed off.'

'I expect they had second thoughts,' I said gravely, 'when they heard about the castration rites!'

Placidus laughed.

'Tell me more about Quadratus - he was out here last year?'

'His father sent him, allegedly to supervise their estate.'

'Including the eviction of tenants whose faces didn't fit!'

At my sharp retort, Placidus looked purse-lipped. 'There was some trouble, I gather.' He was being cautious. I signalled that I had heard the full story. He then said, with a bluntness that seemed uncharacteristic, 'Quinctius Quad- rams is the worst kind, Falco. We've had them all. We've had them rude and over-confident. We've had debauched young tyrants who live in the brothels. We've had fools who can't count, or spell, or compose a sentence in any language, let alone in correspondence-Greek. But when we heard that Quadratus had been wished on us as quaestor, those of us in the know nearly packed up and left.'

'What makes him so bad?'

'You can't pin him down. He looks as if he knows what he is doing. He has success written all over him, so it's pointless to complain. He is the sort the world loves - until he comes unstuck.'

'Which he may never do!'

'You understand the problem.'

'I've worked with a few golden boys.'

'High-flyers. Most have broken wings.'

'I like your style, Placidus. It's good to find a man who doesn't mind sticking his head over the rampart when everyone else is cowering. Or should I say, everyone exceptthe proconsul? Despite everything, Quadratus is on hunting leave, you know.'

'I didn't! Well, that's one bright spot. His father's influence made the appointment look staged: the proconsul hates anything that looks off-colour.'

'Quadratus may have a black smudge against his name,' I hinted, remembering what the proconsul's clerks had told me about the dead soldiers in Dalmatia. 'Then a query about the family's role from Anacrites does not exactly help him maintain a glowing aura - somebody worked a flanker to be proud of,' I commented.

Placidus beamed. 'Terrible, isn't it?'

'Tragic! But you're stuck with him unless he or his father, or both if possible, can be discredited. That's my job. I'm part-way there. I can finger them as ringleaders when the cartel was being mooted last month in Rome - though I can't put up witnesses. Of course they were both on the spot. Even young Quadratus had finished his agricultural clearances and gone home again to triumph in the Senate elections and the jobs lottery.'

'Yes. He must have known Cornelius wanted to give up his post; he and his father somehow manoeuvred the quaestors.h.i.+p into their own hands. From here, it looks difficult to see why Rome fell for it.'

'The greybeards in the Curia would approve. The family had interests here. The Emperor may have a.s.sumed the proconsul would be delighted by his catch.'

'The proconsul soon told him otherwise. He was livid!' Placidus muttered. 'I heard about it from Cornelius.'

It sounded as though this proconsul liked breaking rules: he could spot a wrong move coming - and he was not afraid to dodge it. Not afraid of telling Vespasian he was annoyed, either. He was exceptional among men of his rank. No doubt he would live down to my expectations eventually, but at the moment it looked as though he was doing his job.

I returned to the main problem: 'I'll be fair to Aelia.n.u.s. a.s.sume he meant no harm. He arrived in Rome with the report for Anacrites, all full of the importance of hismission. He was bursting with it, and could simply have boasted to the wrong friend in Rome. He may not have realised the Quinctii were involved.'

Did Cornelius tell him what the sealed letter said?' Placidus scowled.

'Apparently Cornelius used some discretion. Of course that only excited the lad's curiosity; Aelia.n.u.s confessed to me he read the report.'

Placidus was raging again: 'Oh, I despair of these young men!'

I smiled, though it took an effort. Pedants irritate me. 'At risk of sounding like a ghastly old republican grandfather, discipline and ethics are not requirements for the cursus honorem nowadays ... With or without the connivance of Aelia.n.u.s, someone altered the report. Even with that done, they knew Anacrites would be taking it further. They decided to stop him. The results were disastrous. Somebody killed the agent who was on surveillance when the oil producers came to Rome - and they made a brutal attack on Anacrites too.'

'Dear G.o.ds! Is Anacrites dead?'

'I don't know. But it was a serious misjudgement. It drew attention to the plot, rather than burying it. The investigation wasn't stopped, and won't be now.'

'If they had kept their heads,' Placidus philosophised, 'n.o.body could have proved anything. Inertia would set in. Cornelius has left; Quadratus is installed. He can't be left on hunting leave for ever. The financial affairs of this province are under his sole control. For myself, I expect every hour to be recalled to Rome, due to some quiet manipulation by the tireless Quinctius Attractus. Even if I stay on, anything I say can easily be dismissed as the ravings of an obsessive clerk with cracked ideas about fraud.'

'You know how the system operates,' I complimented him.

'I should do. It stinks - but G.o.ds alive, it rarely involves the murder of state servants!'

'No. That was arranged by somebody who doesn't know.' Somebody inexperienced. Someone who lacked the patience and confidence to wait and let the inertia Placidus mentioned creep insidiously through the state machine.

Placidus was frowning. 'Why are you so vague about the report, Falco? There ought to be copies of everything filed by the quaestor's clerk.'

'He tried to find it for me. Gone missing.'

'Why did you think that was?'

'Stolen to hide the evidence? Quinctius Quadratus is the obvious suspect. I'm only surprised he knew his way around the office.'

'I bet he doesn't,' Placidus retorted sourly. 'But he will one day. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe the doc.u.ments have been removed by someone else to stop him seeing them!'

'Who do you suggest?'

'The proconsul.'

If that was true, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d could have told me he had done it.

Placidus took a deep breath. When governors of provinces have to start prowling offices, censoring records in order to deceive their own deputies, order has broken down. Governors of provinces are not suppcsed to know how the filing system works (though of course they have all held lowly posts in their youth). Allowing them to fiddle with scrolls opened up frightening avenues. This was all filthier and more complex than Placidus had thought. 'So what now, Falco?'

'A tricky piece of reconnaissance.'

I explained about finding the dancer. The procurator did not know her, or was not aware of it if he did. He expressed a theory that men may watch, but do not learn the names of girls who entertain. Obviously his past life had been more mnocent than mine.

'And where does she fit in, Falco?'

'I found evidence that she and her African musicians carried out the attacks in Rome on Anacrites and his man.' 'What did she have against them?'

'Nothing personal, probably. I imagine that somebody paid her. If I find her I'll try to make her tell me who it was. And if his name happens to be one of those we have been discussing, you and the proconsul will be happy men.'

I told him the address the two s.h.i.+pping tyc.o.o.ns had given me. Placidus said he believed it was a dangerous area of town - though inspired by the excitement of our conversation, he decided he would come along with me.

I let him. I believed he was straight, but I do have my standards; he was still a man who held a salaried government post. If I got into trouble with Selia and needed a decoy, I would cheerfully throw him to her as bait.

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