I think Lindsey Davis- bless her heart- is unfortunately beginning to get a bit of a case of sequelitis. This entry, although a nice little adventure that can while away an afternoon or two, does not measure up to the wonderful "Silver Pigs" (which has to be one of my all-time favorite mysteries). Someone mentioned earlier that the usually accurate Ms Davis goofed when she mentioned that plays were performed at night in ancient times. I have my own bone to pick as well- the one part in this story which rang particularly false to me was when Falco runs into a gaggle of early Christians while he is gallivanting somewhere around the Middle East. Now, according to Ms Davis, these early Christians come across more like wimpy hippies passing out daisies in an airport than the firebreathing folks you read about in the New Testament. (I can't imagine St Paul being anybody's idea of a wimpy hippie- especially when he was debating with the Athenians in the Areopagus.) I suppose "Jesus Christ Superstar," with its singing flower child apostles, has made, in many people's minds, an indelible impression of the nature of early Christianity. (Thank you Andrew Lloyd Webber!)