Mistrust Sets In

It's not long before mistrust sets in.

Three days? mouths Gaius to Arthur, in the back seat of Craig's car.

Three days? Arthur mouths back, raising an eyebrow.

Craig too is suspicious of his passengers. Why did they get off the train?

No one speaks. It seems awkward.

Much to do in Port Augusta? says Gaius. I've never been.

Yes, yes, lots to do, says Craig.

What for example? says Gaius.

What do you like? asks Craig.

I am a natural historian says Gaius. And Arthur here is French.

Wadlata Outback Centre! says Craig. Everyone likes that. They have this big spooky snake.

Gaius looks at Arthur.

Certainly, certainly, says Gaius. Just drop us off there if you like.

It's too early, says Craig. And you're having breakfast at my place. We Port Augustans are like that. Good-hearted. Generous. Friendly.

Fifteen minutes later they pull up in Craig's drive.

Come in, says Craig. Make yourselves at home. What do natural historians and Frenchmen like for breakfast? We've recently come into some money so our pantry is full. Go in and have a look round.

Arthur and Gaius walk into Craig's well-stocked pantry.

Spanish sardines! says Gaius. That's what I'll have.

Any chocolate croissants? asks Arthur hopefully.

Can't see any, says Gaius. I'll just.....Hey!

The door of the pantry slams shut.