Rapidly the torch swung down the corridor. The scraping of sandals on stone could be distinctly heard, and the ape-man knew that whoever came was alone. A man wrapped in a long dark cloak halted before the barred door and, holding his torch above his head, peered within.
"Maximus Praeclarus!" he whispered. "Are you within?"
"Yes," replied Praeclarus.
"Good!" exclaimed the other. "I was not sure that this was the right cell."
"What is your errand?" demanded Praeclarus.
"I come from Caesar," said the other. "He sends a note."
"A sharp one?" inquired Praeclarus.
"Sharp and pointed," laughed the officer.
"We are expecting you."
"You knew?" demanded the other.