I went down to the public bathhouse this afternoon. I was just relaxing on a bench, enjoying the soothing steam, when I heard a couple of men chatting on the other side of the room.
At first I didn’t pay them much attention. But after a while their voices started to sound familiar.
‘Not long now,’ said a man with a very high voice. ‘Make sure you’re ready.’
‘It had better be soon,’ said a man with a very deep voice. ‘I’ve turned down some good torture work from the money-lenders for this.’
It was them. The men I’d heard in the graveyard were RIGHT HERE.
The room was too steamy for me to see anything, so I dashed over to where the voices had come from. Then I yelped in pain and rushed back. The floor was SERIOUSLY hot.
I put my sandals on and crossed the floor again. There was no one there. The men had gone, but they couldn’t have got far. I was going to find them and save Rome from disaster.
I searched all around the baths. I checked all the pools, gardens and massage rooms, but I couldn’t see them.
Just as I was about to give up, I heard the voices again. Two men were making their way out of the exit. This is what they looked like, just in case I forget them:
I ran after the men, and got outside just in time to see them turning into an alleyway. I wanted to keep going, but something felt wrong ... it seemed very cold for midday.
Oops. I’d left all my clothes in the changing room. The SHAME! I tried to cover myself up and sidestepped back to the baths. Even worse, Cornelius, Gaius and Flavia chose that exact moment to walk past.
