But no second cry followed. The place was too full of soldiers and
lictors.
"Caracalla heard it all. He turned back into the room, wiped the
perspiration from his brow, and said in a voice of studied unconcern, yet
with horrible harshness:
"He deserved his death-ten times over. However, I have to thank him for
a good suggestion. I had forgotten the Egyptian Zminis. If he is still
alive, Macrinus, take him from his dungeon and bring him here. But
quickly--in a chariot! Let him come just as he is. I can make use of
him now."
The prefect bowed assent, and by the rapidity with which he departed he
betrayed how willingly he carried out this order of his master's.