Part 8 (1/2)

”Who is Promero?” asked De him here with the chariot driver,” snapped Demetrio ”We'll wait until they couardsmen clomped away De policeure of brooding menace Presently sandalled feet re-echoed outside, and the two guardsly built dark skinned man in the helmet and tunic of a charioteer, with a whip in his hand, and a s individual, typical of that class which, risen frohthand men for wealthy merchants and traders

This one recoiled with a cry fro bulk on the floor

”Oh, I knew evil would come of this!

”You are Promero, the clerk, I suppose And you?

”Enaro, Kallian Publico's charioteer

”You do not seeht of his corpse,” observed Demetrio

”Why should I be moved?” The dark eyes flashed ”Soed to do

”So!” murmured the Inquisitor ”Are you a free man?

Enaro's eyes were bitter as he drew aside his tunic, showing the brand of the debtor-slave onhis shoulder

”Did you know your ht the chariot to the Te for him as usual He entered it and Idrove toward his villa But before we came to the Palian Way, he ordered itated in his mind”

”And did you drive him back to the Temple?

”No He badeht

””What time was this?

”Shortly after dusk The streets were almost deserted

”54

”What did you do then?”

”I returned to the slave quarters where I remained until it was tiht there, and your men seized me as I talked with Promero in his door”

”You have no idea why Kallian went to Promero's house?”

”He didn't speak of his business to his slaves”

Demetrio turned to Pro,” the clerk's teeth chattered as he spoke

”Did Kallian Publico come to your house as the charioteer says?”

”Yes”

”How long did he stay?”