I Appeal To Caesar!

The old man, with a hastily-thrown robe over one

shoulder, leaning on his cane, hobbled to the door.

“What news do you bring?” he croaked with hoarse

intensity.

“Three men of the Sanhedrin . . . just arrived . . . are having a secret meeting with Caiaphas . . . about some plan. . . act quickly!” “Stay—help me dress! I go immediately! Slip my Priestly Garment over my nightwear!” “There! Now, support my arm! Let us go! Hurry!” * * * * * (A few minutes later in Caiaphas’ suite)

“Yes,” the calm, familiar voice of Annas suddenly

interrupts his son-in-law.

“Do you. . . or rather. . . do WE, have a plan?”

The retired High Priest, had slipped into Caiaphas’ room unawares ( barely making it in time! ). Positioned behind a curtain, he had listened (while catching his breath) during the latter part of Caiaphas’ introduction. Now, boldly entering and seating himself, the great man adjusts his own High Priestly garment and headgear in a regal manner. What could this mean? * * * * * Both Annas and Caiaphas live in the same house (synonymous with mansion or palace) with an abundance of servants and official attendants always at hand. The large