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I'm going to do my best to make it here and it sounds crazy to you I guess it does would have sounded crazy to me a few days ago when I was laughing and joking with Whitney on the yacht I was on a pleasure trip a pleasure trip. How could I or anyone realize then the horror and torment I was to go through how was I to know of the van and the death swan and the hounds how was I to know of Zoroff. It was only four nights ago that the ship went down. We've been talking about the island ship trap island with me said it was called on the charts he was sleepy and started on down below to turn in I was mixing myself and my captain when I looked up and saw it a tremendous reef racing at us out of the fog and screamed out a warning but it was too late we were right up front. Terrifying. A stomach weak and sick of the thought of the others. The sea was adding furiously around thinking around the ship and a certain head of this came to me making me swim desperately away or I might not have lived to go through the horror which was soon to come. I spoke out to the right in the direction of the island Whitney had been telling me about no recollection of how long I swam but all at once I heard the muttering and growling of the sea breaking on a rocky shore with my remaining strength I dragged myself from the swirling waters jagged crags appeared to get up endlessly into the night all in gasping hands raw last week a flat place at the top. Plunged myself down at the jungle edge tumbled headlong into the deepest sleep of my life strange place having no idea how I got there our friend seems to be awakening. What? Do not be loud my friend my man Ivan found you on the cliff he brought you here to be taken care of. Oh this life on this island I hardly believed. Well few people do. Yes you are quite safe here in my castle Mr. Rainsford I'm Sanger Rainsford of New York my young friend. Oh ho Sanger Rainsford well it is indeed a very great pleasure and an honor to welcome Mr. Sanger Rainsford the celebrated hunter to my home. Do you know me? By reputation only. I've read your book about hunting snow lepers in Tibet. You see my name is General Zaro. Well I can't tell you how happy I am to meet you Mr. Rainsford. But come we shouldn't be chatting here and we can talk later. You must be hungry. I am rougher. Well Ivan is thought you would like a robe he's drying your clothes for you. Oh thank you. Ivan is an incredibly strong fellow but you must not mind his looks his ears were cut off in battle and he has the misfortune to be deaf and dumb. He is sensitive about his appearance. A simple fellow really but I am afraid of it so much. He has been in our family for years. Follow Ivan if you please Mr. Rainsford. I was about to have lunch just before you walk but we can have it together now. Does the robe fit you all right. Oh yes yes perfectly thanks. You have quite a collection of heads here. Lions, tigers, elephants, moose, bears but I don't believe I've ever seen more terrific specimens. They are nice. I take great pride in them. You have good cards. Well coming from you Mr. Rainsford. That is a great compliment. Well here we are. If you will sit over there please. Thank you. All right Ivan. Thank you. Perhaps you were surprised that I recognized your name Mr. Rainsford. You see I read all books on hunting. I have but one passion in my life and it is the hunt. Your heads are really remarkable general that that Cape Buffalo is the largest I've ever seen. You know I have always thought the Cape Buffalo the most dangerous of all game. No you are wrong sir. The Cape Buffalo is not the most dangerous game. Ivan. Ivan. How does he understand you? He reads my lips. I think you would like the champagne Rainsford. Ivan chills expertly. No the Cape Buffalo is not the most dangerous game. Here in my preserve on this island I hunt more dangerous game. Is that big game on this island? The biggest. Really? No it isn't here naturally of course. I have to start the island. Oh well what have you imported General? Jaguars? No. Nothing Jaguar ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities you see. Only I put you in another glass of champagne. Thank you General. Oh that's good. You know God makes some in poets some he makes kings some beggars. Me he made a hunter. My hand was made for the trigger my father once said. My whole life has been one prolonged hunt. I have hunted every kind of game in every land. Grizzlies in Iraqis, crocodiles in the Ganges, rhinoceros in East Africa. Jaguars. In the Amazon I hunted jaguars. I heard they were unusually cunning. They weren't. There were no much at all for a hunter with his wits about him and a high powered rifle. I was bitterly disappointed. I was lying in my tent with his living headache one night when a terrible thought pushed its way into my mind. Hunting was beginning to bore me and hunting remember had been my life. This was a tragic moment was it not Mr. Raines-Walls? Well it must have been indeed General Zara. Fortunately that never happened to me. Ah well you are much younger than I am Mr. Raines-Walls and you have not hunted much. But you perhaps can guess why they hunt no longer. Fascinated me. You have to tell me General. Well hunting had ceased to be what you call a sporting proposition. It had become too easy. I always got my quarry always. No animal had a chance with me anymore. The animal had nothing but his legs and his instinct. Instinct is no match for reason. I see. It came to me as an inspiration. What I must do. And that was? Well I had to invent a new animal to hunt. A new animal? Not at all. I never joke about hunting. I needed a new animal. I found one so I bought this island built this castle and here I do my hunting. The island is perfect for my purposes. There are jungles with mazes of trails in them hills swamps. But the animal General Zara. Well I wanted the ideal animal to hunt. So I said what are the attributes of an ideal quiet? And the answer was of course it must have courage cunning and above all it must be able to reason. But no animal can reason my dear fellow. There is one that can't one one. You can't mean and why not. I can't believe you're serious General Zara. You just joke you're king. I'm quite serious. I'm speaking about hunting hunting. You're speaking of murder near me that don't play the word. But I think I can show you that your scruples are quite ill found. I doubt that. I hunt the scum of the earth. Failures from tramp ships Lasca's mongoose. But they are men. Precisely. That is why I use them. They can reason after a flash. Oh they are dangerous. But where do you get them? Well we will visit my training school. It is in the cellar. I have about a dozen pupils locked down there now. They're from the Spanish barks and like our that had the bad luck to go on the rocks out there. Very inferior. A lot. I regret to say another glass. No. You see it is a game. I suggest to one of them that you go hunting. I give him a supply of food and an excellent hunting knife. I give him two hours stuff. If my quarry eludes me for three whole days he wins the game. If I find him well he'll lose you. Suppose he refused to be. Well I give him his choice of course. He need not play that game if he does not wish to. If he does not wish to hunt I turn him over to Ivan. He one used to be official snout to my old king. He has his own ideas of spots. Invariably Mr. Rendsford. Invariably they choose to hunt. And if they win. Well today I have not lost. I do not wish to think me a braggart Mr. Rendsford. Many of them for don't need a more telemetry sort of problem. Occasionally I strike a tart out. One almost did win. I eventually had to use the hounds. This way please. Come I will show you. Wait a minute I'll open the window. Rather good luck I think. They are left out at seven every night. If anyone should try to get into my castle out of it. Something extremely regrettable with a car to him. But enough of this. Come. I want to show you a collection of heads. I'm quite sure you've never seen before. Will you join me in the. Look here general. I appreciate your your hospitality and your rest doing me more than I can say but I. Well. I'm not bored with. Good. Tonight we will hunt them. General I wish to leave the Thailand at one. Tonight we will hunt. You. You're wrong general I won't hunt. I won't murder. Well as you wish my friend the choice to rest entirely with you but may I not venture to suggest to you that you will find my idea of sports. More than you want. Now wait a minute. My dear fellow you don't. You. You don't mean you plan to hunt me my dear fellow I'm not told you I always mean what I say about hunting. This is really an inspiration. I drink to a form and worthy of my stills. I definitely can't believe. This must be some sort of a dream. Your brain against mine your woodcraft against mine your strength your stamina against mine. Outdoor chess. And the stake is not without value. And if I win over then I would usually acknowledge myself defeated and if I do not find you by midnight of the third day my school will place you on the mainland near the town. I will give you my word as a gentleman and a sportsman. Of course you in turn must agree to say nothing of your visit here. I'll agree to nothing of the time. When in that. Why discuss that now. Three days and so we can discuss it unless. Well what is your choice. I'm a hunter. You know my choice. If I'm here I will supply with hunting clothes food and I. I suggest you were Marcus and they leave a poor trail I suggest to that you avoid the big swamp in the northeast corner of the island. We call it death swamp. There's quick Sunday. Well I must beg you to excuse me now I always take a serious after lunch. You will want to start. No doubt. Well all you are Mr. Rainsford. Isn't there any way I. Two hours repeating to myself over and over again. I must keep my nerve. I must keep my nerve. My whole idea was to put distance between myself and general Zaraf and to this end I had plunged along from the ticket spurred on by the shop. Something very much like panic. I had got a grip on myself and stopped and was taking stock of the situation. I saw that straight flight was huge and never the blade would bring me face to face with the sea. I'll give him a trail to follow I'm not at night struck off from the route path I had been following and into the trackless wilderness. I made a series of intricate loops I double on my trail again and again recalling all the lore of the fox and all the dodges of the fox. Night found me exhausted. My hands and face lashed by the branches on a thickly wooded bridge. I need for rest was imperative and I thought. I played the fox now I must play the cat of the fable. A big tree with a thick trunk and outspread branches was nearby and taking care to leave not the slightest mark I climbed up and stretched out on one of the broad limbs. Rest brought me new confidence and almost a feeling of security even so expert a hunter's general sort of could not trace me here I assure it myself. That prehensive night crawled slowly by my mind keenly alert for any sound any warning and towards the dawn an instinct I never knew existed like like an animal must possess and tell me to look far in the distance in a west of the direction. Sure enough following the trail with the sureness of a bloodhound. Nothing. Searching black eyes no crushed blade of grass no bent twig no mark no matter how faint of the moss my heart pounding furious last lived down quickly from the tree and stuck up again in the woods and you had to do something desperate I knew I had little time in which to do it 300 yards my hiding place I stopped where a huge dead tree green precariously on a smaller living one throwing off my sack of food I took my life and began to walk with all my energy job was finished at last I threw myself down behind the fallen log a hundred feet away did not have to wait long like to carry me on for hours I don't know where I got the strength I kept telling myself over and over again that I must keep my nerve that I was competing with a monster super huntsman. Dust came and darkness and still I managed to press on the ground grew softer under my moccasins vegetation boom ranker denser insect bit bit at me. Suddenly I stepped forward my foot back into the woods much much viciously at my foot like a giant leech a pile of effort I took my foot. I knew where I was then that's warped and it's quicksand but the softness of the earth had given me an idea of a step back from the quicksand it doesn't see the so and again to dig the pit with above my shoulders I climbed out hard saplings cut steaks and sharpened them to a fine point these steaks are planted in the bottom of the pit with a point sticking up as fast as I could I wore the rough carpet of weeds and branches and with it covered the mouth of the pit. Then wet with sweat and aching with crouched behind this dump of a lightning charred tree and you saw it was coming as you have a peddling down the feet on the soft earth it was not feeling his way along foot by foot he was coming and coming fast. Crouching there I couldn't see him nor the pit. I lived a year and a minute frozen every muscle tensed. The pit has climbed one of my finest towns. Again you scored. I think Mr. Rainsford I will see what you can do against my whole pack back to get them now by a sound that made me know that I had new things to learn about fear with a distant sound a faint and wavering but I knew it with the being of a pack of hounds I could do one of two things I could stay where I was and wait for suicide I could flee that was postponing the inevitable. I put my every last hope into that tiger pit for the moment I stood there thinking all at once and an idea that held a wild chance came to me and tightening my belt I headed away from the swan being of the hounds grew near it would be on me any minute now my mind worked frantically I thought of a native trick I had learned in Gandhi a couple of us bring a young sapling and to it that my hunting knife with a blade pointing down the trade a bit of wild grapevine I tied back to that. I ran for my life and raise that terrifying question that they have that fresh sense and you've done how an animal like Bay feels last I had to stop to get my breath but being the hounds stop just a suckling with it my heart stopped to they must have reached the night I didn't I shouldn't have a tree and look back my pursuers it's not all right but that hope that it's been in my brain when I climb die for in the shallow valley I saw the general thought of was still on his feet that if on was not apparently it's come along to hold the home tonight driven by the recoil of the springing tree had splintered through his chest I thought we'd come to the ground when the pack took took up the cry again I panicked if I dashed along a blue gap showed between the trees dead ahead. I forced myself toward the gap I reached it was the shore of the sea across the cove I could see the gloomy gray stone 20 feet below me the sea rumbled and I heard the hounds and I went far out into the three days are up and I have alluded him but now I know I must go further in a moment we will meet he and I only one of us is going to live you understand that now on earth to do that here. Swam I found it easier and quicker than walking through your jungle. Well I congratulate you have won the game general and tell the beast to pay here. Get ready to. Oh yes to them. Well I see splendid one of us then is to furnish a repast for the hounds the other would sleep in this this very excellent bad and God. The excellent. Closes the most dangerous game by Richard Connell starring Joseph Cotton as Rainsford with J Carol Nash as General Zoroff suspense is produced edited and directed by William Spear probably no woman alive has been hostess to so many famous and distinguished people as Miss Elsa Maxwell. This is what she says about Roma wine when you entertain friends you do everything you can think of to add to their enjoyment and that is why I say when you serve your guests Roma wine you not only delight you also smartly and genuinely flatter them these delicious wines add so much to hospitality and to enjoyment of everyday meals. Yet it's such a simple easy addition to the joy of living so wholesomely moderate and so inexpensive. Miss Maxwell gives you good advice. Enjoy Roma wine regularly it's California's finest always good unvaryingly fine in flavor and quality. Remember more Americans enjoy Roma than any other wine. Roma are all M. A. Roma winds. Joseph Cotton appeared through the courtesy of David O. Selvnic and is currently being seen in the Selvnic production since you went away. J Carol Nash is soon to be seen in the Paramount picture a medal for Benning. Our thanks also to R. K. O. who began production today on the most dangerous game and through whose cooperation this story was presented tonight on Suspense. Ladies and gentlemen next week you will hear Claire Trevor and Nancy Kelly as co-stars of Suspense presented by Roma wine R. O. M. A. made in California for enjoyment throughout the world.