A Game of Death Page #3

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Goodnight.

Well what do you think of her, Rainsford?

Ms. Trowbridge is very interesting.

Exciting is a better word. It

suggests a keener emotion.

Remember the proverb of

the Ugandan chieftains?

Hunt first the enemy, then the woman.

That's the savage's idea everywhere.

It applies to all of us.

Only the savage is frank

enough to admit it.

First the hunt,

then the kill.

And then the woman.

Only when you have experienced all

that, can you know complete ecstasy.

Pleshke's waiting for you.

Ms. Trowbridge.

I was afraid to call, or even knock.

Well, what is it?

I need help. My brother

is not in his room.

Are you sure?

I just looked and he's not there.

I'm worried.

Kreiger's been planning something.

Something about Bob and me.

Perhaps your brother could have

wandered outside somewhere.

He's been drinking.

He was only pretending.

Why?

Because he's frightened.

He's gone, I tell you!

Where?

Where do the others go?

That door downstairs. I'll

be with you in a minute.

Please hurry, Mr. Rainsford.

I'm coming.

You heard?

Yes.

I've heard it before out there at night.

Perhaps this time it's my brother.

That's odd. It's unlocked.

How horrible.

Oh Bob.

What are you doing down here? You

frightened your sister out of her wits.

I had to find out what's

in this place.

That's why I pretended to be plastered

tonight. To throw Kreiger off guard.

After they left, I went to

his room and I got this key.

See what's on those shelves?

Yes, that's what he's

planning for all of us.

Where's that corridor lead to?

It's a dead end. That's

where he keeps his dogs.

And down there?

I don't know, I haven't

had a chance to look.

Well there must be someway out of here.

We'll find out.

I found the boathouse.

We may as well face the facts,

we are dealing with a maniac.

You mean that scar?

Yes.

A homicidal maniac.

To satisfy his obsession, he'd kill his

best friend as quickly as his worst enemy.

There's only one chance

with a man like that.

We've got to beat him to the punch.

Where's he keep his guns?

You got me.

You heard what he said about

hunting with bow and arrow.

If he has any guns, he must

keep them locked up somewhere.

At least we know where he keeps his launch.

Yes, but you can't get to the boathouse

from the outside. I've tried.

No bars here, I wonder why.

This was his room. He gave it up for me.

How generous of him.

But perhaps lucky for us.

What's Kreiger's daily routine?

Oh, sometimes he takes me to the lagoon

swimming, to sober me up he says.

But he always brings

Carib along to watch me.

Tomorrow morning, act as

though you have a hangover.

Get him to take you to the lagoon, and

keep him there as long as possible.

Have you got a knife?

Only this. It isn't much of a weapon.

It's good enough for what I want.

What are you going to do?

Lay traps in his jungle. He

thinks he has us cornered.

But he may find out how it

feels to be trapped himself.

With Kreiger out of the way, the

others might not be too difficult.

Good luck.

Thanks, I'll need it.

Oh, and one other thing.

In case I don't get back by

morning, try and prevent

anyone from looking into my room.

Understand?

Good morning Pleshke.

Good morning Ms. Trowbridge.

Is breakfast ready yet?

Yes Miss. I'll call on Mr. Rainsford.

Would you mind serving my coffee first?

Bob!

Come back!

Come back Bob, you hear!

Carib, go get him.

Thank you.

Pleshke.

I'm positively famished this morning.

I'd like some scrambled

eggs, an orange juice,

buttered toast, marmalade and...

perhaps some bacon.

Yes, Miss.

Is that all?

Yes, I think so.

Pleshke.

These eggs are over done.

Over done?

Why do you not wish me to wake Mr.

Rainsford?

It doesn't matter to me.

Then why are you frightened?

I'm not.

You have not seen him?

No.

Not since last night?

See here, what are you driving at?

I see how you looked at him last night.

How dare you talk to me like that.

I'll report you to Mr. Kreiger.

You're insolent.

Yeah. Go on and report me.

But this time I find out

why he is not down.

Bob?

Yoohoo, Mr. Kreiger.

Bob?

Erich?

Erich!

What's the matter Ms. Trowbridge?

Pleshke was insulting me.

What's wrong?

Rainsford has not come down.

Every time I start to

call him, she stops me.

She must have some reason.

Go on with your work.

Javohl.

Did you have a good swim?

The water was just right.

What kept you so long?

That's what I was wondering.

Why are you so concerned about Rainsford?

Well after all he went

through last night,

don't you think he should

be allowed to rest?

8 hours are enough for anyone.

And why did you delay me at the lagoon?

I didn't.

Your brother is a very clumsy liar.

Isn't Rainsford back yet?

No.

Rainsford.

Rainsford!

What is it?

Oh, Good morning.

Forgive my intrusion.

Of course.

Did you sleep well?

Like the dead.

My guests always do.

I could sleep forever.

What time is it?

Time for breakfast, Rainsford.

Please hurry down.

Good morning Ms. Trowbridge.

Good morning.

Where's your brother?

He's upstairs taking a shower.

He went swimming this morning.

Oh.

I know how you men hate feminine conversations

at breakfast, so if you'll just...

Not at all my dear. Please stay.

You know, I'm very excited to see

the island of yours by daylight.

There must be many interesting

trails to explore.

Won't you show me around?

Not this morning.

I'm afraid Ms. Trowbridge

will have to entertain you.

You seem worried.

I am.

Last night, this started bothering me again.

It recurs more frequently.

I've been to many doctors, but

only Pleshke can give me relief.

If I have to hunt tonight,

he must help me now.

Then I must rest.

If you will excuse me.

Why of course.

Pleshke.

He's going hunting again tonight.

You know what that means.

Your brother, or

possibly myself.

The look in his eyes.

He was frightened.

What are we going to do?

I've got to get him out

there alone, somehow.

Come in.

I was worried about you. I do

hope you're feeling better?

Yes. A little fatigued, that's all.

Can I speak to you alone?

You may go.

Very good, Sir.

I couldn't very well say what was on

my mind in front of Ms. Trowbridge.

Oh?

Did you have a good hunt last night?

My game was frightened and witless,

it ran straight to a dead end.

I'm always annoyed at a stupid

quarry, it upsets me for days.

I know exactly how you feel.

I wonder if you do.

Or are you guessing?

Not at all.

I know what your most dangerous game is.

Yes?

Well suppose you tell me.

You hunt human beings.

Well?

Kreiger, you're a genius.

I could have never devised

such a unique game.

I congratulate you.

Really Rainsford?

I was afraid you might

have some romantic

notions about the

value of human life.

Ah, nonsense.

Let me tell you Rainsford.

There is no game in the world

can compare to it for a moment.

At last I found something against which

to pit my brain, as well as my skill.

Something truly exciting.

Thrillingly competitive.

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