 Tarzan and the Diamond of Arshere! The following inaugural chapter of the new Tarzan radio series brings to radio and to Tarzan's many thousands of friends a fairly new story of strange and thrilling adventure. Jane Porter, her father, Samuel T. Philander, and Cecil Clayton have left Africa. Clayton subsequently has confessed that he is not the true Lord Grey Stoke and has died aboard ship. And so Tarzan of the Apes, mighty hunter Lord of the Jungle, has come into his name and title, John Clayton, Lord Grey Stoke. Tarzan and his friend Paul Darno, French naval lieutenant of the African patrol service, have traveled up the coast to Loango, a French-African port where Darno is awaiting a ship to take him back to France. Tonight we find the two friends at the close of dinner in the grill of the Metropole Hall discussing future plans. Now that you have become an English Lord, what are you going to do? My title, Lord Grey Stoke, means nothing. It gives me another name I have no use for. Your states and fortune I can do without. But you expect to return to the jungle? Why not? It's my home. The only home I know and love. No, Darno. I'll stay here. I'm going to miss you, my friend. Yes, and I shall miss you. Why not return to Paris with me, eh? The lights, the boulevards, the music. Calm, calm. You can well afford it now. I don't enjoy the comforts of civilization, as you call it. What I've seen of it and the people who live by its laws, which I don't understand, are shallow, false. My full abards are the elephant trails, my lights, the sun, moon and the stars. I'll stay here. And I cannot say that I blame you. But this Grey Stoke fortune, your fortune now, what are you going to do with it? I don't know. I hadn't thought about it. But you must, Tarzan. May I offer a suggestion? What is it? Why not use the fortune in establishing a plantation here in Africa, if you insist on remaining in the jungle? A plantation? What for? All Africa is mine. All that has not been spoiled by the Tarmangani. Tarmangani. You do not admire the ways of the white man, do you? But what about them? Was it Jane? Jane? What about her? Well, yeah. Now that Clayton is dead, she is free to marry you. You will marry her, eh? She wants time to convince her friends that she is not bearing the Grey Stoke title in marrying me. I don't understand her reasons, but I'll go to America in a year and... Oh, Lord Grey Stoke, here are our ladies and gentlemen who are asking for you. Some friends of yours in London suggest they look you up. May I present Mr. Gregory and his daughter, Miss Gregory? Lord Grey Stoke and Lieutenant Dono. How do you do? Show me. Well, daughter, have you lost your voice? Mr. Mitchell has presented Lord Grey Stoke and Lieutenant Dono to you. Oh, I beg your pardon, gentlemen. But good grief, Dad, don't you see the resemblance? Lord Grey Stoke looks enough like Brian to be his twin brother. Why, bless me, so he does. Accepting for that scar on your forehead, Grey Stoke, pardon my mentioning it, you might very easily pass for my son. My job, yes. Remarkable, what? I knew him rather well. He authored here at Luango for his trip into the interior. And that's the last we ever heard of it. You wanted to see me, Mr. Gregory? Uh, won't you sit down? Thank you. Well, you see, it's like this. We stopped at the Ritz in London, a chance to meet a Lord and Lady Tennington. When they learned that daughter and I were coming out to Africa, they insisted that we look you up as being the only man who might help us. Lord and Lady Tennington are very good friends, they don't know? They are indeed. I'll be glad to help you in any way I can. Well, Grey Stoke, we've come out to investigate the disappearance of my son, Brian. You see, my brother came to Africa two years ago, with an expedition sent out by the Field Museum of Chicago. Chicago is my home, you know. And they went into the Belgian Congo with specimens of gorillas. Yes. It's been a year since his last letter. He wrote they were outfitting here in Luango for a second trip, and that they were on the track of seeking apes. Talking apes, namoiselles? Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it, gentlemen? But Brian was pretty level-headed, and he wouldn't go traipsing off into the jungle unless he had some idea of what he was going after. Well, anyway, when the expedition returned to Chicago, the reported Brian is missing. They didn't report him as dead? No, Grey Stoke, simply as missing. Four of the original expedition died, or were killed on their last trip into the jungle. Fear, gorillas. However, they were accounted for. My son simply vanished. No trace of him or a particle of his clothing was ever found, though they searched for days. It's so strange. Now, it would be logical to assume that if a wild beast had been because of his death, traces of his torn clothing would most certainly have been found. Yes. Well, that's exactly what we think, Lord Grey Stoke. And that fact has convinced us that Brian is alive. Pardon me, namoiselles. Yes, boy. What is it? A note for the Sahib there. A note for me? Yes, sir. The man Sahib, she points to Master and says, Give note to Big Sahib. A woman? Who is she? Who is Sahib, Sahib? All right. Here, a dashie for you. It's funny, Darno. I don't know any women in the long go. Can't imagine. And bien, bien, bien. Open the paper and read it. Excuse me, Miss Gregory. Certainly. Listen to this, Darno. I am waiting in the little salon beside the main entrance. I must see you immediately. Extremely urgent. Maghra. Maghra. Maghra. A must peculiar name. Arabic perhaps? I don't know. But this isn't meant for me. There are many big men in the room. I'll return it to the woman. We'll be back in a minute. You will excuse me a moment. Of course you will. A page brought me your message, Darno. He insisted it was for me. Of course there has been a mistake. I return it to you. Oh, but there is no mistake. Then what do you want? Is it possible that you do not remember me? Maghra? Strange that Brian Gregory so soon forgets his friends. What did you say? Brian Gregory. But Brian Gregory, you cannot fool Maghra. We have not seen each other for a long time. Yet Maghra has not forgotten. I am sorry, but I have never seen you before this moment. And my name is not Brian Gregory. So you are not Brian Gregory? I am so sorry, but do not turn now. It would be dangerous for you. Laltas, you cannot have forgotten him also. He is directly behind you. And I know he is not if he is touching your back. Say, cat. Yes, Maghra? What do you want? That is better. We want only that you go with Maghra where she will take you. Very well. Now your arm, please. We will cross the lounge as the old friends we are, no? And be careful, Gregory. Make no sign or do not stop to talk with anyone. Put your knife away, Laltas. If that is your name, I will go with the woman without the knife in my back. We go where? To a room on the floor above where you will meet another old friend. And where we may talk quietly without interruption. Come, Brian Gregory. It has been a long time since we have seen you, my friend, no? Oh, Brian Gregory, you have changed somehow. And Maghra likes you better as you are. I don't know what you are talking about. So? Up the stairs. This way? A few steps and we are there. I have friends waiting for me downstairs. Let's get this over as soon as possible. That will depend entirely upon you, Brian Gregory. Here is the room. One moment. Enter, please, Brian Gregory. We have brought Brian Gregory to your atantome. You have done well, Maghra. And you, Laltas, be seated, Brian Gregory. You too think I'm Brian Gregory, eh? No, you've all made the same mistake. I tried to explain to these two, but they insisted. However, Laltas's knife was unnecessary. Perhaps, but I did not wish to accept the chance of a refusal. But it is beside the point. You are here and you are Brian Gregory. All right. Have it your own way. Now what do you want? Need there be any doubt as to that? Come to the point. As you wish. I am prepared to offer you 10,000 pounds sterling for the map. The map? What map? Come, come, Brian Gregory, do you take me atantome for a fool? You know very well that I speak of the map showing the location of the city of Asher. And you are willing to give 10,000 pounds for it? 10,000 pounds sterling. Not enough. Twenty. My friend, you would be safe in offering me 20 millions. I have never heard of such a city, nor a map. Hmm, so you are not Brian Gregory. You have never heard of Asher and know nothing of any map. Remarkable. It's pain you all mistaken me for someone else. I'm sorry I can't help you, but I am not Brian Gregory. I've never heard the name before tonight. It is useless to deny your identity, Brian Gregory, to one who knows you so well. Have you forgotten that I witnessed the fight between you and Gomez in which you received that scar on your forehead, eh? I received this scar in a fight with Bolgan with a gorilla many years ago. Gomez was strong, Gregory, almost as strong as a guy, and yet you killed him and very soon after, vanished from the expedition. They thought a lion had mauled Gomez and that you had also been killed, but I knew differently you went alone to search for the city of Asher. Very interesting, Tom, but I'll go on about my business now and leave you to yours. One moment, my friend. You deny your identity and refuse my offer, possibly because you wish to keep the father of diamonds for yourself when you find it, eh? But I am determined to have the diamond myself. Now, you will not refuse this. No, no, I don't know him. Do not kill him. Don't worry, Margaret. I'm not afraid of his gun. There is an easier way, master, and one less noisy, Laltasque's knife. Laltasque's knife, yes. Yes, that is better. A shot might possibly be heard outside his room even though the gun has a silencer. Margaret, unless you produce the map at once, you will not leave this room alive. I shall count three and then Laltasque's knife. One, two...