Heralds repeated the question, but there was no answer.

"A mystery, then! Can it be the work of a slave ?" Amid great commotion a beautiful maiden with disarranged dress, disheveled hair, a determined expression in her eyes, and with closed lips, was dragged into the Agora.

"This woman," cried the officers, "this woman knows the sculptor; we are sure of it; but she will not tell his name." Cleone was questioned, but was silent.

She was informed of the penalty of her conduct, but her lips remained closed.

"Then," said Pericles, "the law is imperative, and I am the minister of the law.