I'm finding Marcus Corvinus and his cases are consistently and reliably pleasant reading: no pretensions to literature, just the same great humor and satisfying mystery. This one is another knotty problem Marcus solves, aided by his wife Perilla; the Watch Commander Lipillus; and a flutegirl, Aegle. A Vestal Virgin, Cornelia, is found dead: is it murder or suicide? At the request of the Chief Vestal, Junia Torquata, a quirky lady permanent member of the cast, and of a senator, Marcus is called upon to get at the bottom of the situation. He eagerly jumps in. "Five minutes back in the Hub of the World and we're already hitting corpses," grouses Marcus.
Upon examining the body, his verdict is murder. More bodies with either close or tenuous connections to the deceased pile up. This labyrinthine plot reaches into all strata of society from the Transtiber and the Subura, all the way to the Imperial family. I really liked best the domestic crisis subplot in this novel: Perilla buys a super sophisticated, state-of-the-art water clock, which turns out to be absolutely temperamental. It chooses a very inauspicious time to pop its cork for good. I wouldn't be surprised if that was Wishart's sly satire on our modern electronic gadgets...