See Delphi and Die (Marcus Didius Falco Series #17)
  • See Delphi and Die (Marcus Didius Falco Series #17)
  • See Delphi and Die (Marcus Didius Falco Series #17)

See Delphi and Die (Marcus Didius Falco Series #17)

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by Lindsey Davis

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"It's A.D. 76 during the reign of Vespasian, and Marcus Didius Falco has achieved much in his life. From humble beginnings, he's worked his way up into the equestrian rank, allowing him to marry Helena Justin, the senator's daughter he adores. But life is never quiet for Falco and Helena." "Falco is an informer by trade - his job is to uncover unwelcome truths and… See more details below


"It's A.D. 76 during the reign of Vespasian, and Marcus Didius Falco has achieved much in his life. From humble beginnings, he's worked his way up into the equestrian rank, allowing him to marry Helena Justin, the senator's daughter he adores. But life is never quiet for Falco and Helena." "Falco is an informer by trade - his job is to uncover unwelcome truths and deal with sensitive situations, often at the behest of the imperial government. But now he has to deal with a crisis much closer to home - his brother-in-law, Aulus, a scholar on the way to study in Athens, has gotten distracted by an unsolved murder of a girl on a package tour of Greece. First century Rome, with political stability, safe seas, good roads, and provinces rich in antiquities, has become a golden age of tourism. But where there are tourists, there are all manner of unsavory people eager to take advantage." To get Helena's brother, Aulus, safely back on the road to Athens, Falco and Helena must travel to Olympia under the guise of being tourists in order to investigate the shady dealings of Seven Sights, a seedy Roman travel agency. With two women - a young girl and a newlywed woman - having already been murdered, things only get more complex when two more - the bridegroom and Helena's brother - disappear without a trace. A killer is haunting Greece's famous monuments. Now, in a case that is both perplexing and disturbing, Falco must uncover the truth before it is too late.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Davis's engaging 17th ancient Roman historical to feature "informer" Marcus Didius Falco (after 2004's Scandal Takes a Holiday), Falco takes his deductive powers to Greece, where two young women tourists have died under mysterious circumstances. Accompanied by a large entourage, including his independent and sharp-witted wife, Helena, Falco soon finds that one tour, promoted by the shady Seven Sights Travel outfit, has a suspiciously high mortality rate. The long trail of corpses Falco uncovers puts the sleuth in danger of running out of suspects. While the way Falco unmasks the killer may be less than ingenious, the author's vivid picture of life in A.D. 76 and the sparkling characterizations, particularly the amusing byplay between Falco and Helena, will satisfy most readers. For those new to this popular series, which has a new publisher, Davis provides a short introduction to Falco and his world. (June) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Murder at the ancient Olympic Games. In a.d. 76, that experienced informant Marcus Didius Falco is asked to probe the sad and unexplained death of Marcella Caesius, the beloved only daughter of wealthy widower Caesius Secundus. Marcella disappeared during a sightseeing tour at the Olympics three years ago. After a fruitless investigation and a good bit of time, her body has been found. But this is no consolation to her bereft father. With the 214th Olympic Games coming up, Falco takes an entourage, including his shrewd wife, Helena, and his rambunctious nephews Gaius and Cornelius, to investigate. Another young woman, Valeria Ventidia, has also died on a sightseeing expedition, though under violent circumstances. So taking the tour with Seven Sights Travel seems a logical starting point for the investigation. It also allows Davis to fold in lots of interesting historical detail. The party climbs the Acropolis, visits the oracle at Delphi and gets a close-up look at athletes preparing. (Maybe too close-up: There's a narrow getaway from some rabid wrestlers.) When Falco is sidetracked by local attractions, Helena presses to keep the investigation moving. Gaius and Cornelius turn up missing on the way to a bittersweet solution that's a tribute to the complexity and depth of this series. Falco's 17th case is as elegant and intelligent as any of its predecessors (Scandal Takes a Holiday, 2005, etc.).
Washington Post Book World

Davis makes Rome live.
Philadelphia Inquirer

Davis has mastered the art of …blending humor with history.

Marvelous…If Sam Spade traveled back in time to A.D. 76 he'd be Marcus Didius Falco.
San Diego Union-Tribune on Silver Pigs

A delight, combining suspense with a fascinating look at ancient Rome's manners and morals.

Wickedly convoluted… Falco's facetious tongue and domestic complications are the real fun.

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Product Details

St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
Marcus Didius Falco Series, #17
Product dimensions:
6.35(w) x 9.38(h) x 1.12(d)

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'Marcus, you must help me!'

I am a private informer, a simple man. I was stunned by this dramatic plea. My silk-clad, scented mother-in-law rarely needed anything from me. Suddenly the noble Julia Justa sounded like one of my clients.

All I wanted that evening was a better dinner than I could expect at home, where — not for the first time — I had made a bad mistake in buying a cook. Julia Justa had already enjoyed herself that night reviewing my dismal record in acquiring household slaves. In return for the dinner I would also have to put up with barbed comments about the failings of Helena and me as parents. Helena would retaliate, while her father and I grinned behind our hands until both women rounded on us, after which the slaves would carry in dessert and we would all fall on the quinces and figs . . .

Family life. I knew where I stood with that. It was better than the old days, when I worked alone from a two-room doss where even the gecko had sneered at me. There, the women who had sought me out were two ranks and many degrees of politeness below my mother-inlaw. Their pleas were dismal and they needed help for filthy reasons. What they offered in return went far beyond the grudging thanks I would expect here, though it rarely involved money.

'I am, of course, at your disposal, dear Julia.'

The senator grinned. 'Not too busy at the moment?'

'Surprisingly quiet,' I told him. 'I'm waiting for the normal rash of divorces when couples come back to Rome after the holidays.'

'Cynic, Marcus! What is the matter, mother?' Helena sized up a platter of fruit; she was looking for a piece to give to our elder daughter. Favonia, our youngest, was happy to spend half an hour sucking a single grape but little Julia, left to herself, would take a bite out of every peach and pear, then surreptitiously put each one back on the dish.

'Everything is the matter!' Julia Justa posed in a refined manner, yet several rows of pendant gold beads quivered among the fragrant folds of sage green silk on her bosom. Beside her on the couch, the senator moved away slightly, afraid that she might bruise him with an angry elbow.

Helena now shot her father a brief glance as if she thought he was trouble-making. I enjoyed watching the interplay. Like most families, the Camilli had established myths about themselves: that the senator was constantly harassed and that his wife was allowed no influence at home, for example. The legend that their three children were a constant trial held most truth, although both Helena and her younger brother Justinus had settled down, with partners and offspring. Not that I made a reassuring husband.

It was the elder son, Julia Justa's favourite, who had caused her current anguish. 'I am devastated, Marcus! I thought Aulus was doing something sensible at last.'

At twenty-seven, Aulus Camillus Aelianus was still a happy bachelor who had lost interest in entering the Senate. He was feckless and rootless. He spent too much; he drank; he stayed out late; he probably womanised, though he had managed to keep that quiet. Worst of all, he sometimes worked for me. Being an informer was a rough trade for a senator's son; well Hades, it was rough for me, and I was slum-born. The Camilli were struggling socially; a scandal would finish them.

'He agreed to go to Athens!' his mother raved, while the rest of us listened. To everyone's surprise, attending university had been his own choice — the only hope of it working. 'It was a solution. We sent him so he could study, to develop his mind, to mature -'

'You cannot have heard from him already?' It was only a few weeks since we waved off Aulus on a ship for Greece. That was in August. His mother had fretted that it would be months before he bothered to write home; his father had joked that that would be as soon as the letters of credit ran out, when Aulus scribbled the traditional plea of 'Safely arrived — Send more cash immediately!' The senator had warned him that there was no more cash; still, Aulus knew he was his mother's pet. He would write to Julia and she would work on Decimus.

Now we learned that Aulus had let himself be sidetracked and, oddly for an intelligent fellow, he had owned up to his mama. 'Marcus, the damn ship stopped at Olympia. Of course I don't mind Aulus visiting the sanctuary of Zeus, but he's up to something else entirely -'

'So what is the big draw? Apart from sun, sport, and avoiding serious study?'

'Don't tease me, Marcus.'

I tried to remember whether they had held Olympic Games this year. Nero famously altered the centuries-old timing, so the mad emperor could compete in events during his tour of Greece. Unforgettable and embarrassing: a catalogue of pretending to be a herald, giving dreary recitals, and expecting to win everything, whether he was any good or not.

I fancied the date had now been altered back. By my rapid calculation the next Games would be next August. 'Relax, Julia. Aulus can't be wasting time as a spectator.'

Julia Justa shuddered. 'No; it's worse. Apparently he met a group of people and one of them had been horribly killed.'

'Oh?' I managed to keep my voice neutral, though Helena looked up from mopping juice from Favonia's white tunic.

'Well, Marcus,' Julia Justa said darkly, as if this was clearly my fault. 'It is just the kind of situation you taught him to get excited about.' I tried to look innocent. 'Aulus is suspicious because it is very well known that another young girl from Rome vanished at the last Olympic Games. And she was eventually found murdered too.'

'Aulus is trying to help these people?'

'It's not for him to involve himself —' I saw it all now. My task was to take over and steer young Aulus back on his way to university. The noble Julia was so eager to have him with his nose in a law scroll, she was ready to sell her jewellery. 'I will pay your fare to Greece, Marcus. But you must agree to go and sort this out!'

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