Promptly on Apollonius he loosed his bull-dog, Tigellin, prefect
of police.

Tigellin caught him. "What have you with you?" he asked.

"Continence, Justice, Temperance, Strength and Patience,"
Apollonius answered.

"Your slaves, I suppose. Make out a list of them."

Apollonius shook his head. "They are not my slaves; they are my
masters."

"There is but one," Tigellin retorted--"Nero. Why do you not fear
him?"

"Because the god that made him terrible made me without fear."

"I will leave you your liberty," muttered the startled Tigellin,
"but you must give bail."

"And who," asked Apollonius superbly, "would bail a man whom no
one can enchain?" Therewith he turned and disappeared.

At that time Nero was in training to suffocate a lion in the
arena. A few days later he killed himself. Simultaneously there
came news from Syracuse. A woman of rank had given birth to a
child with three heads. Apollonius examined it.