"
The others nodded.
"Now take this--it may be useful," whispered the prince of Judea,
handing a little golden box to the assessor. "There is something in it
will hasten the effect of wine--a fine remedy for a weary land, good
Manius. He that makes it a friend shall have no enemies. Hold, let me
think. That old fox on the hill yonder has a thousand eyes and his
ears are everywhere. Not a word, Manius, after we leave this door. In
yon passage turn to the right. Walk until your head touches the
ceiling, then creep to the door. Open it and use your ears. If no one
is passing, go straight ahead. You will come to a gate on the Via
Sacra. You," he added, turning to Ben Joreb, "shall leave by the main
gate."
When both had gone, this prince of Judea walked across the inner hall
of his palace and flung himself on the cushions of a great divan.
A swarthy eunuch came near him on tip-toe.
"Begone!" The word burst from the lips of Antipater in a hoarse growl,
and, like a tiger's paw, his hand struck the cushions in front of him.
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