Manlius Faustus had told me the orders he intended giving. He provided a mix of men, as many as he could muster in a hurry. He must have sent out notes last night to organise this. Aulus’ wife would have had to provide stationery and messengers; it is a usual courtesy for a guest who needs to contact his associates, be they friends, aunts-in-law, or hapless farm managers. She must have been relieved that Manlius Faustus was not a man penning endless letters so one day he could publish his collected correspondence. Imagine the nightmare of having Cicero or that tacky show-off Pliny to stay.

With a normal law and order search, doors are shoved in with their latches broken before people have time to come and open up. There is much noise, damage and aggression – a supposed aid to public order. Property is smashed on purpose, other property is later found to have gone missing. Women are routinely felt up; dogs are kicked in the ribs; scared children are bawled at until they scream their heads off. From time to time wise men, or men who think they are, have explained to me why this approach is regarded as efficient. I once told Uncle Petro it was bull’s bollocks. He just grinned.

Some of the men were from the aediles’ office, others seemed to be Faustus’ own staff or at least his uncle’s. They were all so careful they never had to shake off protesting housewives and never became nervously hysterical themselves. Everything went smoothly. That was so like Manlius Faustus.

No complaints arose. No stolen silver drinks vessels turned up either. A couple of householders were cautioned about other items, mainly unused materials that had obviously walked off building sites, plus five wine amphorae of unknown provenance that were found hidden under hay. No arrests were made. We wanted people to be on our side, and stressed our willingness to listen to anyone who might have witnessed something useful – where ‘listening’ meant giving modest payment for information.

Towards the end it became clear there was one horrible place left to inspect. All the men put a copper into a bowl, then sticks were cut and they drew lots. The lucky winner of the sweep had to lift off the wooden seat then go down the hole to empty Aviola’s kitchen lavatory.