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Having returned from his trip to Londinium, Falco takes up employment with Paccius Africanus and Silius Italicus, two lawyers at the top of their trade. For the trial of a senator they need Falco to make an affidavit confirming repayment of a loan. Having been out of the country and starved of Forum gossip for some time, Falco has little interest in this trial, so he makes his deposition and then leaves. The prosecution are successful and a large financial judgement is made, but one month later the senator is dead, apparently by suicide. The heirs are now in a situation of not having to pay up, and the prosecutor Silius Italicus suddenly decides to seek out Falco. With a little coercion, Falco joins the prosecution in seeking to persuade a magistrate to instigate a new trial against Metellus' son. Blinded by the vision of rich pickings to be gained by the prosecution, Falco temporarily forgets that, if they fail, the financial penalties levelled against the informers who brought the case are potentially enormous-.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #35468 in Books
• Published on: 2004-06-03
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 400 pages

Amazon.co.uk Review
Lindsey Davis's Falco thrillers normally focus on how like us the Romans were; The Accusers concentrates on an important difference. Prosecutors were rewarded with a portion of the guilty's goods, or fined to compensate the innocent. When a senator, found guilty in a corruption trial, apparently kills himself, Falco is hired to prove he was murdered because suicide nullifies the prosecution's financial claims. Only the question is: which of the late Metellus' heirs poisoned him, since almost all of them had more than one motive? Falco finds himself and his wife Helena caught up once again in the dark side of Roman high society and all the interesting ways in which it is contiguous with the busy life of sordid streets.

Davis's books are always at their best when Falco, as our viewpoint, is finding out something he does not know about how things work; this is a good detective story partly because of the exposition of the Roman legal system and not in spite of it. It also helps that it is one of the Davis novels in which Falco over-reaches and finds himself distinctly out of his depth; he is one of the most attractive of historical detectives because he is not infallible. --Roz Kaveney

About the Author
Lindsey Davis's first Falco novel, The Silver Pigs, was published in 1989. Since then, her novel Two For the Lions won the inaugural Ellis Peters Historical Dagger in 1998, and in 1999 she received the Sherlock Award for Best Comic Detective for her creation, Marcus Didius Falco. Lindsey's last ten novels have all been Sunday Times hardback bestsellers. She was born in Birmingham but now lives in Greenwich.

Excerpted from The Accusers by Lindsey Davis. Copyright © 2003. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
I HAD BEEN an informer for over a decade when I finally learned what the job entailed.
There were no surprises. I knew how society viewed us: lowborn hangers-on, upstarts too impatient for honest careers, or corrupt nobles. The lowest grade was proudly occupied by me, Marcus Didius Falco, son of the utterly plebeian rogue Didius Favonius, heir to nothing and possessing only nobodies for ancestors. My most famous colleagues worked in the Senate and were themselves senators. In popular thought we were all parasites, bent on destroying respectable men.
I knew how it worked at street level - a hotch-potch of petty investigative jobs, all ill-paid and despised, a career that was often dangerous too. I was about to see the glorious truth of informing senatorial-style. In the late summer of the year that I returned with my family from my British trip, I worked with Paccius Africanus and Silius Italicus, two famous informers at the top of their trade; some of you may have heard of them. Legals. That is to say, these noble persons made criminal accusations, most of which were just about viable, argued without blatant lies and supported by some evidence, with a view to condemning fellow senators and then snatching huge proportions of their doomed colleagues' rich estates. The law, ever fair, makes decent compensation for selfless application to demeaning work. Justice has a price. In the informing community the price is at least twenty-five per cent; that is twenty-five per cent of all the condemned man's seaside villas, city property, farms, and other investment holdings. In abuse of office or treason cases, the Emperor may intervene; he can bestow a larger reward package, much larger sometimes. Since the minimum estate of a senator is a million sesterces - and that's poverty for the élite - this can be a nice number of town houses and olive groves.
All informers are said to be vile collaborators, currying favour, contributing to repression, profiteering, targeting victims, and 1.working the courts for their personal advantage. Right or wrong, it was my job. It was all I knew - and I knew I was good at it. So, back in Rome, after half a year away, I had to stick a dagger down my boot and make myself available for hire.
It started simply enough. It was autumn. I was home. I had returned with my family, including my two young brothers-in-law, Camillus Aelianus and Camillus Justinus, a pair of patrician wild boys who were supposed to assist me in my work. Funds were not flush. Frontinus, the British governor, had paid us only rock bottom provincial rates for various audit and surveillance jobs, though we did secrete away a sweetener from a tribal king who liked the diplomatic way we had handled things. I was hoping for a second bonus from the Emperor but it would take a long time to filter through. And I had to keep quiet about the King's gift. Don't get me wrong. Vespasian owed me plenty. But I wanted to stay out of trouble. If the august one called my double bonus an accounting error, I would retract my invoice to him. Well, probably.
Six months was a long time to be out of the city. No clients remembered us. Our advertisements chalked on walls in the Forum had long since faded. We could expect no meaty new commissions for some time.
That was why, when I was asked to handle a minor documents job, I accepted. I don't generally act as someone else's courier, but we needed to show that Falco and Associates were active again. The prosecutor in a case in progress had an affidavit to be collected, fast, from a witness in Lanuvium. It was straightforward. The witness had to confirm that a certain loan had been repaid. I didn't even go myself. I hate Lanuvium. I sent Justinus. He obtained the signed statement without bother; since he was inexperienced in legal work, I myself took it to court.
On trial was a senator called Rubirius Metellus. The charge was abuse of office, a serious offence. The case had apparently been going on for weeks. I knew nothing about it, having been starved of Forum gossip. It was unclear what part the document we fetched had to play. I made the deposition, after which I suffered uncalled-for abuse from the filthy defence lawyer, who made out that as an informer from a plebeian district I was an unfit character witness. I bit back the retort that the Emperor had raised my status to equestrian; mentioning Vespasian seemed inappropriate and my middle-class rank would just cause more sneers. Luckily the judge was eager to adjourn for lunch; he commented rather wearily that I was only the messenger, then he told them to get on with it.
I had no interest in the trial and I wasn't going to stick around to be called irrelevant. Once my job there was finished, I left. The prosecutor never even spoke to me. He must have done a decent job, because not long afterwards I heard that Metellus had been convicted and that a large financial judgment had been made against him. Presumably he was quite well off - well, he had been until then. We joked that Falco and Associates should have asked for a higher fee. Two weeks later Metellus was dead. Apparently it was suicide. In this situation his heirs would escape having to pay up, which no doubt suited them. It was hard luck on the prosecutor, but that was the risk he took.
He was Silius Italicus. Yes, I mentioned him. He was extremely well known, quite powerful - and suddenly for some reason he wanted to see me.

Customer Reviews

Another Great Addition To The Falco Series
Yes, I admit that I am a great fan of the Falco series. This is yet another addition that I highly recommend to anyone who has read, or is new to, the series.

I must be right as everyone I recommend these to borrows my copies and take ages to give them back.

Here we find Falco back from his hols in Londinium and looking to re-establish the presence of Falco & Associates to a rather indifferent Roman citizenry.

We have had Roman builders; actors; gladiators; provincial governors; bankers and antique dealers. Now we have the Roman legal system.

The good thing about these books is that you not only get a cracking good detective story but also a beginner's guide to various aspects of Roman life. So you learn as you enjoy. A great reason to read full stop.

Here we find that Roman "lawyers" made their reputation by accusing members of the middle and upper classes of various acts of corruption and malefluence. If you win you not only do your reputation good but also earn some money in the process as you share in their estate if they lose.

There was a downside. Lose and you lose money in damages. Therefore you need to keep playing the field and get it right more often than not. Did people abuse this process.... of course, that's what these things are there for.

What starts out as an easy job for Falco & Associates in statement taking leads to a series of trials that arise from the result of the initial trial. There are family secrets that need to be discovered and court cases to win. Can Falco actually beat the system again? Are the lawyers as honest as we would hope?

One thing we do learn is that if you lose a case then you can escape paying the penalty the easy way..... just commit suicide. Your family get to keep the money and your accusers lose out. A win win situation... apart from your death of course.

Read it and find out.

Another Falco treat
Lovers of Falco will not need to be told that a treat awaits them in Lindsey Davis' latest novel. As for the rest of you - where have you been until now? A new Falco novel now seems to be an established early summer celebration and this year's offering is no exception. He's back from Britain, he's back in Rome and very soon he's back in trouble. The book is a cracking good read that stands alone even if you've never heard of Falco before. For those of us whove learned the secret, we get to catch up on characters old and new, to fight our way through clever red herrings and eventually to discover the truth several sentences before the final denoument! However, if it is your first encounter with Ms Davis' wonderful detective, I envy you most because you've got another 14 treats to occupy the rest of the year until the next new offering!

Where is the Falco we know & love?
I agree with the reviewer on the hardback site-this is a disappointing and hard-going read compared to previous novels. The stuff about the legal system is interesting but turgid and seems to belong in another book - one of the Gordianus books by Steven Saylor perhaps.What happened to the vast cast of characters which populated previous books set in Rome? Why is the Petro- Maia storyline set up in the last book not followed through? What happened to the humour and Falco's poetic aspirations? Helena is becoming a cypher. Falco is becoming more abrasive and less sympathetic.I have been a fan of the novels for years & always look forward to the next one but I thought this did the 'Falco Universe' no favours & I wouldn't recommend this is a first introduction to the books.Perhaps the author is trying a different approach - but it didn't work for me!