Raschi Among the Crocodiles, and the Prank He Played (AFRTS)

Good evening. This is crime classics. I am Thomas Hyland with another true story of crime Listen, that's a couple of crocodiles roaring They can do other things they can snap They can slither as a matter of fact when there's ooze around they do this most often They lay eggs too, but no one's ever heard it done

The crocodiles who've been doing things for us are East Indian crocodiles from a province in the south through which the Ganges flows. Each village in the province has its private pit dedicated to the happiness of their slimy and slithering friends, and sometimes a fellow would lose hold and fall into the pit, or jump in, or be pushed in. Whatever they got there, the crocodiles

took him in their stride. People were their favorite dish. So tonight, my report to you won Rashi among the crocodiles and the prank he played. Crime Classics. A series of true crime stories from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, Connoisseur of Crime, student

of violence and teller of murders. Now once again, Mr. Thomas Hylen. Where the Ganges edged the town of Mahadwad, it was not holy. As a matter of fact, there was little to note in the town of Mahadwad, the true there was the crocodile pit, but the crocs were smaller than him, for instance, the village of Gumbao just three miles down

the river. Mahadwad had its share of temples, but they were kind of run down. It had its Quotokiers, four of them, but none of them outstanding as, for instance, the Grey Fakir of Gumbao, to whom everybody brought ashes. But it had one edifice of which the villagers were rightly proud. The house of Matabhar, a rich and ornate house, of which foodie was