Having said farewell to Psyche, Gyges stood in deep depression, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared within the grim walls of the camp. Clenching his hands and shaking his head with a profound sigh, he walked away. At first, not knowing where to go, he wandered aimlessly. A confused aggregation of thoughts surged through his mind,--thoughts that were filled with horrible forebodings. He could think of no plan of action. As Gannon had been perplexed by the words of Livilla, and as Alcmaeon and Hera had been troubled by Gannon’s message, so Gyges was now harassed by the same dreadful doubts concerning Lygdus. The manner in which Gannon had communicated with his family made Gyges confident that the message was written when Gannon was under grievous restraint. The words “Have done wrong” sounded in Gyges’ ears like the wail of a crushed spirit. “The poor lad was in the depths of despair when he wrote that,” thought Gyges. “But how could he fall from the camp? He did wrong, he was imprisoned--ye gods! Can it be possible that he was murdered? Ay; no one ever falls from the roof of the camp at midnight! He was thrown! O Gannon!--poor, poor lad! What was thy crime?” “About Lygdus.” These words were the most mysterious part of Gannon’s message; for Gyges understood thoroughly the character of the eunuch. It was Lygdus who had tried to bribe him to lose a race. It was Lygdus who had tried in the most dastardly manner to drug him. It was the detestable Lygdus who had dared to tamper with his horses. Moreover, the eunuch had been accused of murder; but this accusation, by some subtle means, had been prevented from reaching the courts. He was a panderer to the lust of Sejanus. He was a poor, despicable degenerate, who revelled in all the lowest forms of wickedness. “This is the being,” said Gyges to himself, “who has somehow caused Gannon’s death. To the house of Lygdus I will go. Perchance something may be learned there.” Gyges now directed his steps to the house of the eunuch. A servant answered his knock at the door. “Is thy master at home?” “Nay, O stranger.” “Where can he be found?” asked Gyges. “I know not,” replied the servant, as if annoyed. “When did he leave?” “This morning.” “When will he return?” “I know not. Mayhap on the morrow.” “But I must see him,” said Gyges, anxiously. “Inquire at the Praetorian Camp,” suggested the servant. “I come from there,” said Gyges, as he feigned an important air. “And no one could tell thee?” “No one,” Gyges replied; but immediately added, “I am the bearer of important news.” “Carry thy news to Sejanus. He can tell thee the whereabouts of my master. I know nothing,” said the servant, with increasing irritation. “Then will I go to Sejanus,” said Gyges, as he walked away.