 A Flute with Henry Morgan A Flute with Henry Morgan written for radio by Warren Barry and a George Edwards production Dolores discovers in time that Sir Thomas and Captain Morgan know her for an imposter and she escapes from them Going with Diets when he takes Kitty into hiding Morgan thinks that perhaps Dolores might have gone to Jeffrey Hunter for help So together with Sir Thomas and Colonel Atterbury, he returns to the flying gull There he discovers that Hunter is missing Together with the Aztec necklace and not knowing the truth believes Hunter has taken the necklace When he learned that Kitty was seen wearing it in the dolphin tavern, he is convinced he is right Meanwhile, Diets has taken Kitty to a deserted stone hut overlooking the swamps and has left her in the care of Dolores Looking from the small window the two girls see Jeffrey Hunter being led and changed through the swamps You have to let me go. You can't keep me here. I have to help him. I have to do something to save him Oh, no, that is something I will not do I do not care whether Diets keeps you for himself or not, but I am concerned about my own safety Do you think I'm going to let you return to Port Royale to tell the world of my hiding place? Look The figures down there have almost disappeared in a moment. They will be swallowed up by the green of the jungle Although Jeffrey Hunter will not be so very far away from you You will never see him again within a week. He will be dead And within a week you will be on your way No, no, I must do something to help him. I must Jeffrey There is no one who can come to your aid. Are you going to let Jeffrey Hunter go to his death? Why not? I have no further use for him. I got from him all the information I required I don't care now. What happens to him? How can you be so vile? You made love to him. You made him fall in love with you. He believed in you and now you treat him like this I do not blame myself for his present predicament. It was not I who informed the authority No No, I must be as vile as you are But I've repented repentance will bring him no comfort If only I could understand what all this means I will kill It will help to fill in the boring time I have to spend here It will pass a few of these dull moments that I will tell you because I will enjoy telling you Just how much you have helped us and me in our plans Oh, what a fool you have been how gullible But then of course your jealousy would make you like that with his not I don't think I want to hear anymore But you are going to you are going to hear the full story What made you think that a woman like you could hold the love of Jeffrey Hunter? You a common low woman He only turned to you because he knew the type of woman you are Whereas I am a woman of his own class It was so easy for me to take him away from you. So very easy You must be the vilest person living. Oh, no Unscrupulous You must be to get what you want Unfortunately, it was discovered that I am not Antoinette the Lacy No doubt they fully believe me to be a Spanish spy, which is quite true That is why I have come into hiding with you to await the arrival of a ship to take us back You will be found. You must be found the truth must be told Jeffrey Hunter must be saved from the fate he we we sent him to he Oh, we must be able to do something we must even if I was found nothing could be done to help him He is an escaped convict No matter what you do kitty. You cannot make amends or be frail you cruel vile woman You're torturing me with your words. I must find some amends. I'll escape. I'll get to captain Morgan I'll tell him the truth and he'll rush the same Jeffrey. How? The bonds which bind your hands will not be losing. I will make sure of that You will stay here with me until it is time for us to leave the island And then your fate will be entirely in the hands of the earth The jungle closes in with its green stillness Broken only with a cry of distant birds Vines chokingly twist and curl up and high around old gnarled moss-covered tree trunks Sharp brown eyes of small furred monkeys peered inquisitively from behind the sheltering leaves They chatter momentarily still by their own curiosity Giant flowers trail down from their vines like great splashes of paint Flung from an artist's brush which has been dipped upon a gaily colored parrot But upon the ground where the twisted roots dig deep into the earth is a carpet of rotting vegetation Leaves turn brown with age and decay the fallen flowers have lost their hue Mud from seeping water mixes and churns it into a dark black mess From which comes the accurate stench of rot and decay Occasionally the fallen leaves are disturbed as a scaled reptile with flashing forked tongue Belly slides through the slime It's cold wicked eyes age old with evil unblinkingly search for the meal which must be full of life The merciless sun sucks up into the heavens the moisture from the mud in a thin steamy vapor Just above the ground hangs suspended by their overworked and tiny wings millions of death's messages carrying in their barbs the dreaded fever The track through the jungle to the swamps is well worn by hundreds of feet that never made the return journey Yet footsteps fall silently upon the putrid ground as though the jungle resented men's infusion A small party of men who pass through this part are silent All of them except one have made this trip many times before They have no dark and brooding thoughts They will have left this This portal to death long before the sun sinks into rest This night they will once again enjoy the comfort of their women the warmth of their drink There's no novelty for them to be introducing a person to death And the sweaty sticky humidity makes talk too much of an effort The one who they know will not return the one whose body they believe will in a week's time will be rotting in the swamp His thoughts are not to be shared They are his own deep and dark within his mind They have no care as to what he thinks or feels For in their minds he is already dead But to himself Jeffrey Hunter is far from dead Providence has made it that hope dies slowly in a man's heart Reason cries in his ears that hope must now be abandoned, but a spark of hope remains I can't believe that everything has to end like this To die forgotten unknown swamp I have not lived this long to die like this All through the remaining hours of darkness Jeffrey Hunter had sat in the blackness of his cell And when the first streak of dawn's green as it etched itself in the sky The guard glanted in hand to turn the great encumber some lock Slid open the bolts and slammed back the door my friends have come You're going to release me like the surge of a great tired confidence was within him But the guard had opened wide his jaws and laughed Sound had no humor just cruel amusement The tired of confidence went from Jeffrey Hunter His chains were unlocked from the wall Like a beast he was taken out through the guard room into the dull light of dawn Three horsemen already mounted were there waiting for him To them Jeffrey Hunter had ceased to be a man He was just an animal An animal to be worked to death Without showing any interest in him the men talked together laughed shared a coarse jest Then the horses were pulled into activity the chains attached to Jeffrey's wrists were crawly jerked A long whip curled around his shoulders and the small cavalcade moved out through the heavy iron gates out into the roadway With Jeffrey trailing behind the leader's horse the other two horsemen following close behind With a sudden as only seen in the tropics the sun shot up into the sky it's rays burning up dawn's coolness The road was rough and dusty Iron manacles and wrists and ankles hung heavy on limbs and caused a stumbling foot But a pace was made and the long curling whip hastened the lagging foot and still hope didn't die He didn't have to be painted she must have She would find Captain Mark and she would tell him He's my friend surely he will help me he'll get me out of this trouble Even now he's probably with the gardener The Thomas might be signing my release at this moment before long more than we'll come riding on the road after us But a mile after mile and no horsemen overtook them And the manacles hung more heavy on his limbs His feet stumbled more often But the twisting treacherous track on a hillside the horseman rode and Jeffrey toiled Plantations and banana palms and green trees sprawled out over the hill And the sea started with the sun sparkling gems spread blue into the distance The summit was reached and a halt was called for the horses could go no further While the men tended to the horses needs Jeffrey looked down into the jungle the jungle which he was told was to be his grave Everything seemed green a deep unhealthy green with mists coming up through the greenest And in the center of the sea of green was a dark brown patch which shone on the sun The bread of swamp the draining of which was being paid for by men's lives Slowly the scent was made of the men just like pygmies in the vastness of the jungle That hope was still alive with just a faint flame and Jeffrey at once He could have sworn he heard kitty's voice But that of course was silly Was not kitty back in port royal seeking aid for him the cry was the cry of birds the chatter of a distant monkey Now the journey is almost over Now and again through the trees can be seen the swamps muddy waters and rough crude stone huts which house the convicts for so short a time Meanwhile in port royal Time creeps on and sir thomas and colonel adabry wait for henry morgan to leave the dolphin tavern And join them Here comes morgan now and look at his face black as a thunder cloud Well, morgan, what did you find out about the girl gone home? Hasn't been seen since this morning, but she can't do that. She's a pundit sir And where has he taken her life and liberty into her hands and phone with that scoundrel hunter Do you think the three of them have gone off together the three of them? Yes, of course Now that's strange. How do you mean? Without doubt hunter took the necklace and gave it to kitty The woman we thought to be antoinette de lacy learned that she was about to be unmasked and fled Because of the feeling between that woman and hunter I feel sure that she would have gone to him And yet hunter gave the necklace to kitty and not to that woman We know that they must have all gone off together It all adds up And yet it doesn't make sense Little does morgan know that he has but in his grasp the truth of what really happened Well, he realized it Make sure you listen to the next episode of a float with henry morgan