Eumenes' List of Suspects

Discovered in a small barrel hidden deep within the Fortress of Nora, together with many more of Eumenes' notes, grain calculations, and doodles. Written in Greek.

   The Party Party 
   
   Alexander: frankly, not a suspect
   
   Ariston: bore Alexander's body—not the body so-called by Kalanos, of course, merely his 
   atomie—after the poisoning. Perhaps an opportunity for shenanigans? But Ariston would 
   never act, ever in any way, without orders.
   
   Asander: Unable to do anything right; more likely to have killed Alexander by attempting 
   to curry favor or passing the salt than by successfully assassination
   
   Attalus: probably too much of a boeotian to do anything; a patsy? For surely Delphi 
   prophesied that one named Attalus would sell out the Hellenes to their enemies.
   
   Cassander: vincate at the time; would this have hindered him?
   
   Eumenes: modesty forbids further analysis
   
   Iolaus: probably complicit, he bore the cup after all, and his brother was in dire straits.
   
   Leonnatus: Too loyal; loved Alexander's whole family immoderately; a tragedy 
   
   Lysimachus: Alexander's tutor and long-time friend; probably too ensquirreled in some 
   philosophical text to do more than invent justifications for murder
   
   Medius: A flatterer, a notorious pederast, and furthermore enamored of Iolaus, whose life 
   he may have been timorous for. But would he have had the courage? 
   
   Meleager: A grappler always seeks to strike from behind, but he never seeks to strike from 
   a distance. Would he use poison, and not the pillow?
   
   Menander: Arrived in town the day before, and in the company of a notorious assassin; very 
   suspicious, but almost too suspicious 
   
   Menelaus: His actions are merely the actions of Ptolemy, minified.
   
   Nearchus: Loyal to the kingship, unlikely in terms of motive and means.
   
   Olcias: A friend of Medius', presumably? (Although frankly too old for the role.) Too much 
   a nobody to pose any threat to Alexander. Walked with a limp going out that he had lacked 
   going in, if I recall; but then, he drank immoderately. 
   
   Peithon: Ambitious and rash, true, but too trusting, almost canid in his fidelity; he 
   would scarcely have moved against Alexander
   
   Perdiccas: Obviously a brave and ambitious man, but his actions after the death were too 
   cobbled together, too filled with serendipity and happenstance, for him to have been 
   complicit in any murder plan. Unless he were a total idiot, which is counterfactual. And 
   he may have slain verbally, or xyphically, but not with poison. 
   
   Peucestas: Either a saint or a coward; in either case he was neither at the time of 
   Multan, but men change with alacrity under hardship. Am I perhaps then a fool to trust 
   him, whose temperament had proved so mercurial? 
   
   Philip: Obviously in a position to potentially exacerbate or even create a dangerous 
   situation. But a risky move after the fate of Glaucias! He had no follow up, either, and 
   simply returned home, leaving his protege, Metrodorus behind to clean up the mess. 
   
   Ptolemy: the wine taster and ergo a suspect, but hardly a "unicorn horn" of his own doing, 
   and it beggars the imagination both to assume he manipulated events to give himself 
   amethystic immunity and to assume it was merely fortuitous, and he exploited it. For few 
   have been lazier than Ptolemy. 
   
   Proteas: categorically unable to poison anyone except himself
   
   Seleucus: a dark horse, and the one to watch in future years, frankly; but what position 
   was he in that he would murder Alexander, to whom he owed everything? For in everything he 
   was by no means yet secure. 
   
   Stasanor: His actions reveal him to be more willing than not to perdure in half-ignominy, 
   half-crapulence. He would have been happiest as a satrap under Alexander.
   
   Who was not at the party? Laomedon? Hercules? Harpalus had disappeared, I wish I knew 
   where to. The women, of course, the wives, Roxanne and Strateira; some say Menander had 
   arrived with the fat one-eyed bastard's wife in tow, but if so I never saw her. In any 
   case, no woman was in the room, this much is certain, just as it is certain that no one 
   was carrying an ass's hoof. The protections on Alexander counted for something. 
   
   It is so well known as to be apodeictic that Alexander was prophesied to be killed by a 
   river, a river we all assumed would be lithic. But how much credence can I put in 
   prophecies? For one oracle also cried, enthused, that the Silver Shields would always turn 
   contra their own firmest principles, were always doomed to treachery and death, but 
   Teutamus and Antigenes could scarce be more loyal. If it were not for them, perhaps I 
   would simply flee here with these marvelous boots.