d than through the distorting medium of rumor.

Nor did Macrinus impress on him, as usual, that he should give his
dispatch a respectful form. This crime, if anything, might help him to
the fulfillment of the Magian's prophecy.

As Caesar was rolling up his missive, the long-expected Zminis came into
the room. He had attired himself splendidly, and bore the insignia of his
new office. He humbly begged to be pardoned for his long delay. He had
had to make his outer man fit to appear among Caesar's guests, for--as he
boastfully explained--he himself had waded in blood, and in the
court-yard of the Museum the red life-juice of the Alexandrians had
reached above his horse's knees. The number of the dead, he declared with
sickening pride, was above a hundred thousand, as estimated by the
prefect.

"Then we will call it eleven myriad," Caracalla broke in. "Now, we have
had enough of the dead. Bring in the living."

"Whom?" asked the Egyptian, in surprise. Hereupon Caesar's eyelids began
to quiver, and in a threatening tone he reminded his bloody-handed tool
of those whom he had ordered him to take alive. Still Zminis was silent,
and Caesar furiously shrieked his demand as to whether by his blundering
Heron's daughter had escaped; whether he could not produce the gem-cutter
and his son. The blood-stained butcher then perceived that Caesar's
murderous sword might be turned against him also. Still, he was prepared
to defend himself by every means in his power. His brain was inventive,
and, seeing that the fault for which he would least easily be forgiven
was the failure to capture Melissa, he tried to screen himself by a lie.
Relying on an incident which he himself had witnessed, he began: "I felt
certain of securing the gem-cutter's pretty daughter, for my men had
surrounded his house. But it had come to the ears of these Alexandrian
scoundrels that a son of Heron's, a painter, and his sister, had betrayed
their fellow-citizens and excited your wrath. It was to them that they
ascribed the punishment which I executed upon them in your name. This
rabble have no notion of reflection; before we could hinder them they had
rushed on the innocent dwelling. They flung fire-brands into it, burned
it, and tore it down. Any one who was within perished, and thus the
daughter of Heron died. That is, unfortunately, proved. I can take the
old man and his son tomorrow. To-day I have had so much to do that there
has not been time to bind the