Travelling by night and concealing himself by day, Gyges safely arrived at Tusculum. On the evening of the Kalends he knocked at the door of the house of Junius. A slave opened the door. “Thy lord Junius is within?” Gyges inquired. “Nay,” was the reply. “What wouldst thou here?” “I seek Macro, the sub-prefect of the Praetorians.” “Macro now is master here. Junius is dead. What is thy name?” “’Tis needless to give my name. I pray thee tell him that a horseman wishes to see him.” The slave closed the door. Soon after he reappeared and said, “Enter.” “Hail, O sub-prefect!” said Gyges, when he saw his friend Macro waiting in the atrium to receive him. “Hail to thee, Gyges!” said Macro. “I feared thou wouldst have difficulty in reaching here. I should have sent thee a passport, but I am watched too closely in the camp. Come apart with me and let me hear thy story.” He led Gyges into an adjoining room and locked the door behind them. Taking a lighted lamp from a pedestal and carefully looking around the chamber, he went into a second room, locking the door between these two apartments. There were no openings in the last room except that of the closed door. “We shall be safe here from informers,” he said. “Where is Junius, O Macro?” inquired Gyges. “Dead,” replied Macro. “His property was confiscated. I have bought this house.” “Of what sickness did he die?” “Of a malady far too common in these times,” replied Macro, bitterly. “He was wealthy. Sejanus wished his money, and informers charged Junius with treason. The good and innocent man opened his veins. But come, O Gyges, tell me, why wert thou arrested? Why were Gannon’s parents and sister put into prison? In the camp I can learn nothing of their crime. They were guarded by special servants of Sejanus. Through a soldier I learned of Psyche’s departure. Ah! there are many mysteries in the Praetorian Camp that even the sub-prefect cannot unravel!” “Art thou sure that no one will overhear us?” “Ay; I have carefully locked the doors. But come! I cannot hide myself long. What secret hast thou that will make the greatest man in Rome tremble?” “Dost thou know Lygdus?” asked Gyges. “Ay; but I know no good of him,” said Macro, with a frown. “Where is he now?” “That I know not. What knowest thou of him?” Coming close to Macro, Gyges whispered in his ear, “_He murdered the emperor’s son!_” Macro started back aghast. “How dost thou know?” he demanded. “What I shall tell thee, O Macro, will seem incredible. Thy master plotted the death of Drusus, Livilla abetted the dastardly plan, and Lygdus committed the terrible deed.” “By the gods! Gyges, these are startling assertions!” said Macro, doubting the truth of the terrible charge made by Gyges. “Ay, but there are sufficient proofs,” said Gyges, confidently. “Gannon was at one time employed by thee, if I mistake not.” “Ay; and he was the brightest lad I ever had in my employ,” said Macro.