He got in quite near the Nile Hotel. Was he carrying anything? Salahadin asked. Yes, replied the taxi driver,a heavy box. And what did he look like?asked Salahadin. He was tall hair. He spoke Arabic,but he was not an Arab. Perhaps was Swedis. Salahadin thought for a few moments. Then he asked the taxi driver another question. This man spoke Arabic, did he?asked Salahadin. What kind of Arabic did he speak? What do you mean?asked the driver. Did he speak Arabic like an Egyptian?asked Salahadin. Where did you take this man?Said Salahadin,continu-ing his questions. I took him to the railway station, replied the driver. He wanted to get there before twelve o'clock. Twelve o'clock, midday, said Salahadin quietly. What train leaves Cairo at twelve o'clock? The express train forAlexandria,said the taxi driver immediately. I know all the trains. The express train leaves Cairo at twelve o'clock and arrives in Alexandria at half past two. Salahadin had been lucky. He had found out some important facts. He looked at the notes in his book. Murderer. What does he look like?