Twenty-Three Knives Against Caesar

Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Hyland with another true story of crime. Listen. The drone of lawmakers before the president of the Senate wraps the gavel for silence. The year of 44 B.C., the city, Rome, the conclave of the Togut and jeweled men waiting the arrival of Caesar.

And there stands Brutus, Silkon Clad, and Heavy Jawed, and there Cassius, slight a figure and hawk-like features, and there Casca, a Casca later called Vile. And probably he didn't deserve such a name at all, for he was only one of several who held sharp daggers beneath their vestment this day, the Ides of March.

Here he comes. Tonight, in my report to you on 23 Knives Against Caesar. There. Crime Classics. A series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, connoisseur of crime, student of violence, and teller of murders.

Now, once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. Julius Caesar was born in the year 102 BC, and by the time he was 16, the year he received of the toga verilis, the symbol of manhood, he was already an opinionated young fellow.

I am a direct descendant of the goddess Venus, when anybody asked him of his ancestry, and a few years later, having been houseguest at many homes on both sides of the Appian way, to all women I am all men.

I am prompted to give an opinion about his prowess as a soldier. The world will taste my sword. his intellect, a genius, bold strategist, a unsurpassed valor, godlike. Which is a good time to tell you what he looked like.