Poirot completed his packing–a very simple affair since his possessions were always in the most meticulous order. Then he repaired to the dining-room and ate an early lunch.
After lunch the hotel bus took the Passengers for the Second Cataract to the station where they were to catch the daily express from Cairo on to Shellal–a ten minutes’ run.
The Allertons, Poirot, the young man ir/the dirty flannel trousers and the Italian were the passengers. Mrs. Otterbourne and her daughter had made the expedition to the dam and to Phfia and would join the steamer at Shellal.
The train from Cairo’and Luxor was about twenty minutes late. However, it arrived at last, and the usual scenes of wild activity occurred. Native porters taking suitcases out of the train collided with other porters putting them in.
Finally, somewhat breathless, Poirot found himself with an assortment of his own, the Allertons’ and some totally unknown luggage in one compartment while Tim and his mother were elsewhere with the remains of the assorted baggage.
The compartment in which Poirot found himself was occupied by an elderly lady with a very wrinkled face, a stiff white stock, a good many diamonds and an expression of reptilian contempt for the majority of mankind.
She treated Poirot to an aristocratic glare and retired behind the pages of an American magazine. A big, rather clumsy young woman of under thirty was sitting opposite her. She had eager brown eyes rather like a dog’s, untidy hair, and a terrific air of willingness to please. At intervals the old lady looked over the top of her magazine and snapped an order at her.
“Cornelia, collect the rugs. When we arrive look after my dressing-case. On no account let any one else handle it. Don’t forget my paper-cutter.” The train run was brief. In ten minutes’ time they came to rest on the jetty where the S.S. Karnak was awaiting them. The Otterbournes were already on board.
The Karnak was a smaller steamer than the Papyrus and the Lotus, the First Cataract steamers which are too large to pass through the locks of the Assuan dam.
The passengers went on board and were shown their accommodation. Since the boat was not full most of the passengers had cabins on the promenade deck. The entire forward part of this deck was occupied by an observation saloon all glass enclosed where the passengers could sit and watch the river unfold before them.
On the deck below was a smoking-room and small drawing-room and on the deck below that, the dining-saloon.
Having seen his possessions disposed in his cabin, Poirot came out on the deck again to watch the process of departure. He joined Rosalie Otterbourne who was leaning over the side.
“So now we journey into Nubia. You are pleased, Mademoiselle?” The girl drew a deep breath.
“Yes. I feel that one’s really getting away from things at last.” She made a gesture with her hand. There was a savage aspect about the sheet of water in front of them, the masses of rock without vegetation that came down to the water’s edge–here and there a trace of houses abandoned and ruined as a result of the damming up of the waters. The whole scene had a melancholy, almost sinister charm.
“Away from people,” said Rosalie Otterbourne. “Except those of our own number, Mademoiselle?” She shrugged her shoulders. Then she said: “There’s something about this country that makes me feel wicked. It brings to the surface all the things that are bofiing inside one. Everything’s so unfair–so unjust.” “I wonder. You cannot judge by material evidence.” Rosalie muttered: “Look at–at some people’s mothers–and look at mine. There is no God but Sex and Salome Otterbourne is its Prophet.” She stopped. “I shouldn’t have said that, I suppose.” Poirot made a gesture with his hands.
“Why not say it–to The? I am one of those who hear many things. If, as yon say, you boil inside–like the jam–Eh bien, let the scum come to the surface–and then one can take it off with a spoon, so.”
He made the gesture of dropping something into the Nile.
“There, it has gone.” Rosalie said:
“What an extraordinary man you are!” Her sulky mouth twisted into a smile.