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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Falco, Chrysippus, Chrysippus\ entitled Ode to a Banker?
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conversations.value: Ode to a Banker: When Marcus Didius Falco gives a poetry reading for family and friends, things get a little out of hand.\nThe event is taken over by Aurelius Chrysippus, a wealthy Greek banker and patron to a group of struggling writers, who subsequently offers to publish Falco\'s work, which Falco turns down as being a raw deal.\nUnfortunately, soon afterwards Chrysippus is brutally murdered, with part of a broken scroll jammed up his nose, and due to his presence at Chrysippus\' scriptorium Falco is implicated in his death and forced by his friend Petronius Longus, the enquiry chief of the vigiles, to investigate.\nThe result is a trawl through the literary and financial worlds of Ancient Rome, as Falco delves deep into Chrysippus\' personal life and business history.\nFalco\'s investigations reveal that the deceased Chrysippus (Greek: "Golden Horse") was owner of the Golden Horse Bank, and many potential suspects are turned up, including disgruntled writers employed by Chrysippus\' scriptorium, a shipper Pisarchus who has fallen on hard times, as well as his family: Chrisyppus\' widow Vibia, his ex-wife Lysa and his son Diomedes.\nMeanwhile, things get worse: one of the suspected writers, Avienus, is found dead and Falco and his friend Petronius are also attacked, although they manage to survive and kill the assassin.\nTo add insult to injury, Falco also faces problems with his own family: his estranged father Geminius has problems coping with the death of his mistress, Flora, and Falco\'s nemesis Anacrites is slowly ingratiating himself with Falco\'s own mother, persuading her to place her savings with his own at the Golden Horse Bank — which, unfortunately for the two and Falco, goes insolvent.\nFalco initially suspects Pisarchus because Pisarchus has recently gone into insolvency, but soon discounts that motive as being insufficient for murder after consulting his banker and his father for advice.\nRunning out of time and options, Falco plays a desperate gambit — bring together Chrysippus\' family and his associates who are directly implicated in the murders at a conference at the Chrysippus home for questioning, along with Helena and the vigiles, who have been assisting Falco so far.\nEventually, the murderer is identified and it\'s none other than Diomedes, identified by his accidentally revealing knowledge of how Chrysippus was found dead, and with further corroborating evidence collected during investigation or provided by witnesses at the time of the crime.\nThe novel ends on an ominous tone, with Diomedes being sentenced to a gruesome death, and Falco brooding over tensions between his family and Anacrites, who has tried to woo Maia but was spurned by her.
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conversations.value: \nThe novel ends on an ominous tone, with Diomedes being sentenced to a gruesome death, and Falco brooding over tensions between his family and Anacrites, who has tried to woo Maia but was spurned by her..\nEventually, the murderer is identified and it\'s none other than Diomedes, identified by his accidentally revealing knowledge of how Chrysippus was found dead, and with further corroborating evidence collected during investigation or provided by witnesses at the time of the crime.\nRunning out of time and options, Falco plays a desperate gambit — bring together Chrysippus\' family and his associates who are directly implicated in the murders at a conference at the Chrysippus home for questioning, along with Helena and the vigiles, who have been assisting Falco so far.\nFalco initially suspects Pisarchus because Pisarchus has recently gone into insolvency, but soon discounts that motive as being insufficient for murder after consulting his banker and his father for advice.\nTo add insult to injury, Falco also faces problems with his own family: his estranged father Geminius has problems coping with the death of his mistress, Flora, and Falco\'s nemesis Anacrites is slowly ingratiating himself with Falco\'s own mother, persuading her to place her savings with his own at the Golden Horse Bank — which, unfortunately for the two and Falco, goes insolvent.\nMeanwhile, things get worse: one of the suspected writers, Avienus, is found dead and Falco and his friend Petronius are also attacked, although they manage to survive and kill the assassin.\nFalco\'s investigations reveal that the deceased Chrysippus (Greek: "Golden Horse") was owner of the Golden Horse Bank, and many potential suspects are turned up, including disgruntled writers employed by Chrysippus\' scriptorium, a shipper Pisarchus who has fallen on hard times, as well as his family: Chrisyppus\' widow Vibia, his ex-wife Lysa and his son Diomedes.\nThe result is a trawl through the literary and financial worlds of Ancient Rome, as Falco delves deep into Chrysippus\' personal life and business history.\nUnfortunately, soon afterwards Chrysippus is brutally murdered, with part of a broken scroll jammed up his nose, and due to his presence at Chrysippus\' scriptorium Falco is implicated in his death and forced by his friend Petronius Longus, the enquiry chief of the vigiles, to investigate.\nThe event is taken over by Aurelius Chrysippus, a wealthy Greek banker and patron to a group of struggling writers, who subsequently offers to publish Falco\'s work, which Falco turns down as being a raw deal.Ode to a Banker: When Marcus Didius Falco gives a poetry reading for family and friends, things get a little out of hand
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book? End with the sentence ' If Vibia slept there now, she must feel like a lost little flea.'.
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conversations.value: Ode to a Banker
  I laughed. 'You're a fan of Greek novels!' Passus looked offended, then went red. 'No, I'm sorry. I'm not sneering, Passus. It's a change to have some culture in the vigiles. Look, Helena likes a yarn.' Helena Justina read everything. 'I want these with the missing titles to be fully evaluated. If you can carry on reading the one you've already started, I'll take the other scrolls home and get Helena to skim through – she's a very fast reader.'
  Passus looked crestfallen. I told him with a smile that when Helena had finished he could have the scrolls back to read. He cheered up.
  A staircase led to the upper reaches from near the main entrance door. It was curtained off; until I had seen Vibia gliding up on her glittery sandals earlier today, I had hardly noticed it.
  Nobody stopped me. I walked quietly, as if I had permission. Self-confidence can take you a long way, even in a strange house.
  There were various small rooms, frescoed yet not so grand as the ground-floor reception area. Most were bedrooms, some looking unoccupied as though they were kept for guests. One grand set of rooms, silent and shuttered, contained the master bedroom with the marital bed. If Vibia slept there now, she must feel like a lost little flea.
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conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Even before we had rounded the Circus, Diomedes was limping. I dragged him up the Clivus Publicius, towards his late father's house, at a merciless pace. He was fit enough not to get too breathless. Outside the popina where the scriptorium writers drank, I happened to see Euschemon. I stopped.
  I was not sure whether he believed me, but the son of Chrysippus scurried off in his delicate footwear, eager to establish his alibi.
  Euschemon had quietly watched me despatch his ex-employer's son; he had a rather narrow expression. He had always spoken of Diomedes with restraint rather than open dislike, but they had not exchanged greetings just now.
  The scriptorium manager was leaning an elbow on the popina counter, enjoying a beaker of what looked like chilled wine and water. The waiter had been talking to him, that thin young man I had noticed several times before serving here, with a towel over one shoulder and a leather apron. I joined them and asked for a cup of fruitjuice.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: We ordered the furnace slave to stop stoking. We told him to go to the house and keep everyone else indoors. I fetched pickaxes and crowbars, then Pa and I set about ruining the sea-god mosaic.
  It had cost a fortune but Gloccus and Cotta had produced their usual shoddy work. The suspended foundation for the tesserae was far too shallow. Neptune, with his wild seaweed hair and boggle-eyed attendant squids, would soon have been buckling underfoot.
  By tapping with a chisel, I identified a hollow area and we set to. My father got the worst of it. Always impetuous, he put his pick in too fast, hit something, and was spattered with foul yellowish liquid. He let out a yell of disgust. I leapt back and stopped breathing. A warm updraft brought disgusting odours; we fled towards the door. Judging by its powerful airflow, the underfloor system must never have been blocked off completely as Pa ordered. We were now in no doubt what must be down there.
  We covered our mouths and braved a look. In a depression that must have been used as the lazy workmen's cache for rubbish, amongst a mass of uncleared site rubble, we had unearthed a stomach-turning relic. Still just recognisably human, it was a half-decayed corpse.
  The scene where Avienus is found hanging under the Probus Bridge alludes to the strange death of Roberto Calvi, the Vatican banker who was discovered beneath Blackfriars Bridge in London after apparently committing suicide. I knew Blackfriars well; it was my train terminus for years, so I had always felt a particular interest. Of course the Banco Ambrosiano should not be identified with the Aurelian Bank of Chrysippus, any more than my own bank.