“I have it!” he cried.
“Well?”
“In my opinion this lake was once the abode of these crocodiles. The ancient rulers placed them there for a certain purpose.”
“What could it have been?”
“Well, supposing a man committed some crime. It may be that he was thrown into this place as a method of punishment, for the crocodiles to tear to pieces.”
“Indeed, I believe you are right, Mr. Reade,” cried Buckden, “but what a number of victims they must have had.”
“For aught we know the bed of this lake may be paved with human skeletons.”
It was a grim, horrible thing to think of.
Both men shivered.
Then Tony reached over to pick up one of the skulls.