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âOf course, itâs very quiet there,â said Owen.
âJust what we want!â
âAnd picturesque. Flamingoes, pelicans, that sort of thing.â
âExcellent!â
âNo crocodiles there now,â said McPhee.
âCrocodiles!â
Owen sometimes wished that McPhee would keep his mouth shut.
âThere used to be,â said McPhee. âIn fact, the lake was famous for them. They were kept almost as pets. The priests used to pamper them, prepare special feasts for themââ
âCrocodiles!â said the man from the Khediveâs office uneasily. âI donât think His Highness will be happy about that!â
âThere arenât any now,â said Owen, perspiring. They had been going round and round in the meeting all morning trying to hit on a place and just when theyâd got one, that bloody fool of a Deputy Commandantâ
âThe whole area was sacred to the crocodile god once,â said McPhee happily. âThatâs why they named the town after it. Crocodilopolis.â
âIt sounds a most unsuitable place to me,â said the official. âIâm sure His Highness wouldnât want to stayââ
âHe couldnât,â Owen almost shouted, âeven if he wanted to! Itâs all under the sand!â
âUncomfortable, too? No, reallyââ
âIt was under the sand three thousand years ago!â
âOh, come, Owen,â McPhee objected mildly. âTwo thousand.â
âTwo thousand. In the past, anyway. There are no crocodiles there now.â
âHow do you know?â objected the man from the Khediveâs office. âI thought all the lake was fed by the Bahr-el-Yussuf flowing westward from the Nile. Couldnât crocodiles swim along it?â
âThere arenât any crocodiles in the Nile either,â said Owen. âNot these days. Not since the dam was built at Aswan. There couldnât be.â
âOr suppose theyâd just stayed there? In the lake, I mean. Stayed there and bred?â
âSomeone would have seen them.â
âHas anyone seen them?â
âWell, Strabo reportsââ began McPhee.
âStrabo? Is he one of your men?â
McPhee looked at him, astonished. âStrabo died two thousand years ago,â he said.
âSurely you have more up-to-date information?â said the official.
âI have,â said Owen wearily. âThe spot we are proposing is on the shore of Lake Karun. Where there is a luxury hotel. And good shooting and fishing. And no crocodile has been seen in a thousand years.â
âYou are sure about the shooting? The Consul was very specific on that point.â
âYes.â
The official eyed the clock. It was getting close to siesta time.
âI suppose we could settle, then,â he said reluctantly. âIf you are sure about the crocodiles.â
âQuite sure.â
âVery well, then. Itâs just that we wouldnât want an unfortunate mishap. His Highness was very insistent about that. There is to be no unfortunate incident, he said.â
The party left Cairo early in the morning by train and arrived at Wasta just over an hour later. At Wasta they changed to a branch line which took them to Medinet-el-Fayoum. At Medinet they took the light railway to Abchaway, where an assortment of carriages was waiting for them.