 From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Tarzan and the killer. The city of Luanda, south of the equator, deep in Africa, most of no Yankee stadium or Madison Square Garden. But wherever men gather, they will pay to see other men fight. The low rambling wooden building was jammed with its motley crowd and great arc lights added to the almost intolerable heat as two sweat-soaked men in the center of a crude ring swung savagely at each other. One was a shining black with rippling muscles. The other, a white giant who was more than seven feet tall and weighed over 300 pounds. His eyes were red rimmed. A great star in his forehead shone red with fury. They threw me out. Well, happy up, Governor. Took 20 of them to do it. Put this coat over your shoulders. Who are you? Name's Herbert Graves. I'm your friend, you know. Now they won't let me fight here, I guess. Them and their rules. You've had a spot of trouble before? All over. If they let me fight my way, I could be the world's champion. I'd be famous. I'd be rich. I'll make you rich, mighty. So you don't like to fight under the marquee of Queensbury rules, I jam? I start out all right. But then I get hit and I go crazy. I want to kill the other guy. You know something killer? I think you and me is going to be real good friends. You want to kill and I know a bloke by the name of Tarzan who needs to kill him real bad. And while you're going to fight him, there won't be no bloody rules and no referee. You can do whatever you like. I can. That you can. Killer. And so was formed the unholy alliance that soon terrorized the countryside about Luanda. Under the tutelage of Herbert Graves, the savage killer adopted the methods of the London foot pads and soon stories of robberies and savage beatings were being told everywhere. But they did not reach Tarzan. He had been in Luanda only a few days before, but now he was back in his seacoast cabin. He was resting and amusing himself with a parrot he had recently acquired. I'm going to give you one more chance, Juanita. Either you learn how to talk or I make stew out of you. Just come on. I try saying your name. Juanita. Juanita. All right, then. Well, try to say my name. Tarzan. Tarzan. Tarzan. Tarzan. Good boy. You just saved yourself from the kettle. A knock in the scent of a Tamangani, a white man. I was so preoccupied with you that I... Who knocks at Tarzan's door? Captain Lawrence of the governmental police. Captain Lawrence, come in. Good to see you, my friend. Thank you, Tarzan. Meet the rest of my family. Captain Lawrence, this is Juanita. He's really very talented. Juanita, say Captain Lawrence. Captain Lawrence. Come on, try it. You might arrest you if you won't say his name. Come on, Lawrence. Very talented. Well, he's pretty young yet. He's mastered my name. Say Tarzan. Tarzan. You must admit that's pretty good for a baby. You see, I had another parrot, one I named Bill, but Bill turned out to be a female, so I chose one of her sons. But you call the bird Juanita. Not Juanita, the Spanish name. His name is Wa, W-A-N-E-E-T-A. In the language of the apes, Wa means green, and Nita means bird. The language of the apes as well as the language of the natives and the French in English. You're amazing, Tarzan. Hi, Bill! Oh, I really think... I've always had a great deal of respect for your mental accomplishments, as well as your physical ones. What are you getting at, Captain Lawrence? I know you didn't travel all this distance to make a flattering speech to me. No, Tarzan, I didn't. I say these things because I've been seeing them to myself all the way here. How could a man like Tarzan be responsible for the savage beatings, robberies, and other despicable crimes? What? Tarzan, I have come here to arrest you to take you back to Ibadan for trial. We shall return to our exciting story of Tarzan in just a moment. It is the largest Negro city of Africa, and yet there were few people on its sweltering streets, as Captain Lawrence led Tarzan through the opening in the mud walls that enclosed the city, past the low, thatched huts of the natives, past the mosques in the Orishas, past the idle houses, and into one of the few European-style buildings. Although the officer who had brought Tarzan from the jungle was British, the man he soon faced was a native, the alefin of the province of Oil, a man who swore in duty it was to combine the Orthodox law of England and the traditional justice of the dark continent. Step forward, Tarzan. Here, I'll hold one, Eater. Your Honor, Captain Lawrence has told me that he was charged with a variety of serious crimes, yet he has furnished no details. Before we go further, I demand another particulars. Your words are brave for a prisoner. I do not consider myself a prisoner. I came willingly, and I've been unwilling to face your court. A dozen Lawrence's could not have brought me from my jungle. That I can believe. Even a brave soldier like Captain Lawrence would be as nothing against a giant who can twist the iron bars that protect the government's supply depot. You've done that? Strangle three men and rob them of their purses. I'm accused of that, too? Desecrated a native temple and stolen the golden sacramental vessels, overpowering six native guards and leaving them beaten beyond recognition. What makes you think I am the guilty one? The description tallies. I have more than a score of affidavits in which both natives and Europeans describe the powerful seven-foot man who was responsible for the foul deeds I enumerated. I do not stand seven feet in height. One must allow for exaggeration. Am I the only man in Africa who is tall and powerful? All of these acts were committed near Luwanda. Do you deny that you have been there lately? No, I admit it. I escorted a woman there. So I heard. A woman who was wanted by the police of a dozen countries. Is that not so? I was exonerated. You will not extricate yourself from these charges so easily. Not when you have had the temerity to brag of your feats of strength in a local café. I suppose as I bragged of my exploits, I announced my name. Your name was wrung from the lips of your accomplice. He admitted you were Tarzan. Hi, sir. My accomplice, I suppose you refer to Juanita here. I refer to the cockney who is reputedly your constant companion. The evidence is damning, Tarzan. You will have a fair trial. But in the meantime, you will be remanded to a cell. A cell? And I should not attempt escape. You will be guarded by a troop of trained riflemen who have been instructed to shoot before you draw close enough to use the powerful hands with which you have mangled your other victims. And while Tarzan languished in a cell in Ibadan, Herbert Graves, in the seven-foot giant who had been barred from every prize ring in the world, hid out in a small shack on the outskirts of Luanda. I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps. Well, I'll take it easy, killer. We've got to lay off for the mouth. Why? Because Tarzan's been arrested. As long as he's behind bars in Ibadan, they can't blame him for what we do here. I don't like what we're doing, anyway. What's it got us? Coffee and fake money. We'll have a slew of money before we're finished. We'll have more than you would have made as well as champagne. And I'll be walking down Park Lane in a frock coat and a pair of them striped trousers. We'll be rich, all right? When? As soon as Tarzan's dead. See, a chum of wine discovered oil in that jungle. There's enough there to float that king's naivety. Well, he had a misunderstanding with his bloke Tarzan, and he picked this out of the jungle. Well, with him out of the Y, we can move back in. Well, let's kill him. Let's go to this, this whatever you said the name of the place was where he's in jail. Ibadan. And it's crawling with coppers. No, my friend, we'll wait a while and see what happens. If Tarzan gets out of the clink, he'll kill somebody here and blame it on him. What good will that do? They'll post a reward for him, they will. And then when you and him meet up, you can go ahead and kill him without worry. The government will patch you on the back. They'll finance our little expedition into the jungle. If we don't go after Tarzan, how we find him? You'll find us, he will. You can bet your life he'll be looking for us. That's the way I planned it, I did. But Captain Lawrence, if you believed these things they say, you would not have come to my cell to visit me. Try and encourage me. I came so that I might warn you. The people of the city are milling about the jail, threatening to tear down the gates and deal with you themselves. Oh, without the benefit of a trial? Exactly. And that's something I take a dim view of. Both as an officer and as a citizen. Of course you might drop the key to my cell on your way out. Would do you little good? Would find yourself facing that angry mob which aches to avenge the brutality they think you're guilty of. And the riflemen? They're up front too. I've ordered them to guard you. Should the mob break through, I question exactly where their loyalties lie. Then what can I do? No one guards the rear of the prison. The bars at your window are no heavier than those which guarded the government depot. And you do think I was the one who broke in there? You do think me guilty of all the other crimes? I don't know what to believe, but I know I'm against lynching. If I could gain my freedom, I might be able to find a real criminal. Thank you, Captain Lawrence. Not at all. I must clear my name with these bars. Doesn't look like much of a jump. Well, Juanita! Close to Tarzan's head, but fate had ordained that none should strike him. With Juanita, the parrot clutching at his shoulder, Tarzan crashed into the jungle and turned his fleet footsteps toward the city of Luanda. Now the mute testimony of the twisted bars of his cell added evidence against the lord of the jungle. All of Africa was warned to watch out for him. The news reached Luanda, and the next day Tarzan was a hunted man. How's our chance to strike, mighty? Where are we going? There's no chief out this way. It's not always strange, though. It lives apart from his tribe. I ain't interested in getting some old guy's money. You promised me... This is your chance to kill, mighty. This is the murder we blame on Tarzan. This must be his camping. We're looking for an old chief supposed to live here. Old chief very sick. Can't speak to no one. He'll speak to us, he will. Come on, Tarzan. Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Get out of the way, you old... There he is. Hello, chief. He not talk for many moons. He old man who is dying. Well, we won't be doing you much harm, will we? Tarzan. Who's the girl? What about her? Yeah. Well, you ducky. Me, Barwani, granddaughter of chief, come from village to care for grandfather. Well, I ain't that nice. At least you can tell her folks what happened to that chief's money. And I am. Shall I go ahead? Yes, Tarzan. Go ahead. Captain Lawrence, I strongly suspect you know more about Tarzan's escape than you are willing to admit. I don't know a thing. I was with my men. We will not discuss the matter further, Captain Lawrence. But you may rest assured that I hold you personally responsible for recapturing him. I'll look for him. But I still think it's all a big mistake. He couldn't be guilty of the crimes he was accused of. That was for a court to decide. Now those charges are of little importance. Those charges? Word of his further activities has just been received from Luanda. And, as a result, I have issued orders to have him captured, dead or alive. Tarzan is wanted for murder. We'll be back with the exciting conclusion of Tarzan and the killer in just a moment. A mile after a mile of dense jungle was left behind as Tarzan sped toward the city of Luanda. Now the forest was alive with a scent of man. For everywhere, patrols searched for the one they believed guilty of murder. Tarzan was unaware of this latest charge. Still, it was his habit to avoid contact with humans as much as possible. So he kept from the pads and clearings until suddenly he caught the scent of man and of hungry panther coming from the same direction. Hello! Hello! Run for your life! I can. Watch out! He's charging! I got him! You have no chance! It's incredible that the panther is trying to escape now. Hey! Don't escape! A small hunting knife. I never would have believed it. Why did you do that? It is the way of Tarzan. Your Tarzan? Yes. And who are you? Why do you come into the jungle unarmed? I had a gun. I dropped it in my flight from the panther. Oh, here it is. On the ground. There you are. I'd keep that close if I were you. I'll say I will. Hands up! What? Don't try to move or I'll send a bullet right through your heart. I don't understand your actions. I'm part of a patrol out looking for you, Tarzan. I got separated from the others, but they'll be along soon. You don't hold much traffic with murderers. Murderers? No, don't try to deny killing that old chief near Luwanda. His granddaughter put the finger on you all right. I have seen no native chief in many moons, nor have I seen the granddaughter of any chief. The man who committed the crime must have been the same one who committed the others. You'll get a fair trial, I guess, and I'll get a reward. And my reward for saving your life is to be taken back to Ibadan without having a chance to find the real murderer. Well, you did save my life, but we're under orders. Would you rather follow your orders or your heart? I don't follow you. Did your heart identify the man who saved your life as one who would kill wantonly? No. Well, then give me a chance. You can stay with me. You can keep your thunder stick aimed at my back, but give me a chance to clear my name. Okay, it's a bargain. Only I hope I won't be sorry for this later on. Now Tarzan's pace was slower, for he had agreed to stay within rifle shot of the man whose life he had saved and who had spared him. The man was a never-present shadow as Tarzan, with Juanita still perching on his shoulder, entered a small clearing. Well, Juanita. It looks as though we're not the most popular citizens of the jungle. I wouldn't mention that name if people find out you're a friend of mine. Anyway, we're getting closer to my double. Here's the heart of the old man he killed. Is anyone inside? What to, Nadani? Jumbo! Jumbo Boana. You are Barwani, whose grandfather was killed by a thief? Nadigo. Do you know who I am, Barwani? Siro. I am Tarzan, lord of the jungle. For all that man and who killed grandfather. Did you see him? Yulemona? Yulemona. You saw him. Well, do you think I am the same man? Matu. Nene Refu. Taller and fatter than I am, huh? I shall need you for a witness, Barwani, for I shall find this man if it's the last thing I do. Anekwenda Wapi? Matu Boana. And I shall go to the village also. And for his own sake, he'd better be as big and as strong as his reputation. The native village of Yomboya, not far distant from Luanda, was in a state of terror. For days now, the great giant who masqueraded as Tarzan had held the city in virtual hostage. Those who had attempted to deny him anything but to cross him in the slightest whim had been savagely beaten. And in all of this, he was encouraged by the unscrupulous Herbert Graves. Well, Governor, we shall have to boil drinks and lighters of our butt. If they don't wait on me, I'll kill them. Hey. There ain't one of them I couldn't kill with one hand. Soon your leavener found it worthy of you, Matu. Tarzan ought to be along. I can kill him, too. And once he's dead, I can move back into that jungle where there's all that oil I told you about. We'll be rich. I ain't interested in money. You've killed a slew of men to get at you, have you? That was because you told me so. I do what you say. I like you. And I likes you, killer. It's you who's gonna kill Tarzan for me. It's you who's gonna fill me pockets with 100-pound notes. I'll be so rich, I'll throw the 10-pound notes into the gutter. Hey. You're the awful quiet all of a sudden. Huh? But it did, Governor. I guess the village must have turned in for the night. Why need to? Those must be the men inside. I think I recognize an old enemy and a new one. I would not go inside, Tarzan. Captain Lawrence. In this squalid village, I couldn't catch your scent. I've been following you ever since you escaped from prison. There's a reward out for you. I'm here. And now you want to collect it, huh? No. I followed you to keep you from digging yourself in deeper. And those men inside. I am confident that the huge one is the one who has used my name. The other is a man who once invaded my jungle. He mistreated the natives and schemed to take my life. He must be behind all this. Tarzan, in following you, I stumbled across definite evidence that proves you were right in your contention. When I return to Ibadun, I will clear your name. Thank you. And you needn't worry about the man whose life you saved and who has permitted you to come this far. I shall not report him. Once again, I thank you. But I can do little if you take matters in your own hands. You have a troop of soldiers with you? No. Then hold Juanita for me. I refuse to let anyone else risk a life to clear me. I shall go inside and capture the man who has used my name. When we return to Ibadun, he shall be our most potent evidence. No, Tarzan, I beg of you. He towers over you. Good evening, gentlemen. It's him. I see that you ignored the good advice I once gave you, Herbert Graves. A star out of Africa? You're not giving any orders to Herbert Graves? Not one of you as a friend like the killer here? The killer? That is the name of which he is proud? What's wrong with my name? Nothing. I hear it fits you well. He's insulting your killer. Let him have it. He ain't as big as me, not as tall and not as heavy. I can kill him. Sure you can. I've had him. Only watch out for his knife. I don't need a knife against any man. Need more than a knife before I get through with you. Kill the blighter. He's his knife, give her. Give me that. His red rimmed eyes gleam with maniacal fury. The knife in his hand flashed down and then spun from his grasp to free. The men went down the great weight of the giant on top of Tarzan. But Tarzan slithered away and the killer nimble for all his bolts sprang to his feet. The furniture was smashed against the walls of the tiny native cafes. The men struggled furiously. Native spewed from every hut in the village, joining the two white men who watched the savage struggle from outside the cafe. No, Captain Lawrence. Don't shoot. Never to be sure of getting the right one. Tarzan bleeding. Other one, too, both bleeding bad. They're working their way out of the door. They both seem to be blinded by their blood in their eyes. They're struggling for an advantage. They're trying to outmaneuver one another. They back themselves into a hut in the rear. His storage space for earthenware. You've got to do something, Captain Lawrence. Only one man can ever come out of that shack alive. Look! Herbert Graves runs away, runs for jungle. It's all like after him, Captain. No, no, he won't get far in that jungle alone. Sounds as though the fight is over. I can't make myself look. If anything's happened to Tarzan, I'd be the one to blame. Someone's coming out now. Who is it? I can't tell. He's so battered, it's impossible. Tarzan? The pair is right. It's Tarzan. In just a moment, a preview of our next story. Hong has Africa been a pawn in the game of international warfare. Because it is rich in gold and diamonds and ivory, nations have fought to acquire colonies there. How much greater is the threat to the peace of the Dark Continent when a new source of wealth and power is discovered in the heart of the jungle? War and tyranny and suffering hang like a great foreboding cloud in our next story, Jungle Legacy. Tarzan, a transcribed creation of the famous Edgar Rice Burroughs, produced by Walter White Jr., prepared for radio by Bud Lesser with original music by Alfred Glasser. This is a Commodore production.