The chief looked up surprised.
"It is not a true one," the keeper repeated. "It shows but five cells upon that floor, while there are six."
"Six, sayest thou?"
"I will show you the floor as it is—or as I believe it to be."
Upon a page of his tablets Gesius drew the following diagram, and gave it to the tribune:
"Thou hast done well," said the tribune, examining the drawing, and thinking the narrative at an end." I will have the map corrected, or, better, I will have a new one made, and given thee. Come for it in the morning."
So saying, he arose.
"But hear me further, tribune."
"To-morrow, Gesius, to-morrow."
"That which I have yet to tell will not wait."
The tribune good-naturedly resumed his chair.
"I will hurry," said the keeper, humbly, "only let me ask another question. Had I not a right to believe Gratus in what he further told me as to the prisoners in cell number V.?"
"Yes, it was thy duty to believe there were three prisoners in the cell—prisoners of state—blind and without tongues."
"Well," said the keeper, "that was not true either."
"No!" said the tribune, with returning interest.
"Hear, and judge for yourself, O tribune. As required, I visited all the cells, beginning with those on the first floor, and ending with those on the lower. The order that the door of number V. should not be opened had been respected; through all the eight years food and drink for three men had been passed through a hole in the wall. I went to the door yesterday, curious to see the wretches
