"I hope never to see him." "Trust Hanan to find him for you," Miriam replied, "and to bring him to your gate." Pilate shrugged his shoulders, and there the talk ended.

Pilate's wife, nervous and overwrought, must claim Miriam to her apartments, so that nothing remained for me but to go to bed and doze off to the buzz and murmur of the city of madmen.
* * * * * Events moved rapidly.

Over night the white heat of the city had scorched upon itself.

By midday, when I rode forth with half a dozen of my men, the streets were packed, and more reluctant than ever were the folk to give way before me.

If looks could kill I should have been a dead man that day.