 African drums are talking, land of contradictions, of dimpled ugliness and hideous beauty, where safety lies in attack, and the lifeblood of the weak flows in the veins of the strong, where nature's eyes are prone to gleam with changing mood, where nature's voice first screams with rage, then whispers lullabies, where beckoning death is closed in life's most gaudy hue, and all unfelt, unseen creeps on with silent step. This is Africa. Professor Anton Edwards and his little party entered the whispering forest of death, led by Ifabe, a beautiful native girl. They're searching for a hidden treasure, supposed to have been left by ancient Roman invaders. Lorna and Ifabe were captured by a grotesque man-beast and taken to a village of prehistoric lake dwellers. The professor, Jack and Unguru, rescue them, and they once more take up the trail. A rainstorm pours over the forest, and while the white people take shelter, Ifabe steals off to meet Adako, son of the chief of her village, and together they plot to kill the white party once the treasure is transported to the edge of the forest. The rain has stopped as suddenly as it began, and we find the professor, Lorna and Jack, emerging from the shelter of some giant ferns. Oh, isn't it beautiful here now? The sun filtering through the trees, everything is glistening. Yes, Lorna. When you eventually find a part of African forest where the sun penetrates, the beauty of the place will always astound you. Especially after rendering at night. Well, we're comparatively dry after that rain, thanks to those giant leaves. As soon as the forest begins to feel the sun, we'll have steam rising all around us. Where did Ifabe go? She said she was going to look up at the ground ahead, but I don't see why she should. The trees are plainly marked. Yes, they're too plainly marked for my liking, Jack. Take a look at the place on this one. It was cut very recently. Well, I deserve rubbed into it to take the newness off. Do you think Ifabe noticed it? Probably. That may be why she went ahead, to make sure this was the right path. And Guru seems to vanish too. He went gliding off before the rain started. You never know where that son of midnight is when he gets into a place like this. Yes, one moment he's around, the next he's gone like a shadow. Well, let's follow those blazed trees. From Guru will find us. There are flowers peeping out from all angles. The first time I've seen them. I'm beginning to like this place. Well, even the trees have flowers in them. Look. Yeah, those are from the vines. They're hanging in garlands that link the branches together like decorations. I've never seen anything so beautiful. Well, there's a father coming toward us. See the vapor rising round as she walks. You don't notice it close to yet. Why, yes. The whole forest is spinning. That cat-like walk of hers, it probably looks like a race approaching. It gives her a filming, unreal look, doesn't it? The rain explained me much, Father. We shall be at the place of the treasure before this son has reached her greatest height. That's good. When we get there, I think we'll take a good rest before doing much more. Father, isn't that an orchid growing there? Yes. Yes, there are numbers of them around it. You look closely. Is that what's giving off that heavy perfume? Must be. Oh, they're gorgeous. Look at this one. No use trying to pick them all now. They're not as hardy as the ones we have at home. They'd die within a few minutes. Well, there seems to be more and more of them as we advance. The ground is fairly marsy here and the rain we've just had brought them out. They're really a type of fungus. Oh, look at that beauty. Isn't it gorgeous? Don't touch it, Laura. Just stand there and watch it for a moment. Oh, it's changing colors. Please? Yes. The color seems to be rising and falling in waves. It's constantly changing. What causes blood, sir? Is it the type of bloom? Yes. It's so sensitive that the mirror's change of air current causes it to respond in that manner. Now, if you touched it, it would probably shrivel up. I don't know much about them, but it must be a rare specimen. What are you looking for, Laura? A stem. It doesn't seem to be attached to anything. Oh, yes it is. See that? Do you mean that very fine tendril? Yes. Why, it's as fine as a hair. Yeah, that's about what it amounts to. Well, let's go on. If Bobby's waiting. Oh, this is all so lovely, Father. Yes, my dear. It always strikes me the same way when I get in these places. The odor's getting heavy. It makes you catch your breath, doesn't it? We must walk carefully, white man. If Bobby feels that a devil is looking at us. All righty, Bobby. Keep your guns ready, Jack. We mustn't leave anything to chance. Well, the place seems to have gone quiet suddenly. You'll notice it, sir? Yes. Even that whispering noise has gone. That feel as if something is watching. Something hidden. Bobby's waiting. What's wrong, dear? Yeah, it's so heavy. I feel sleepy. It's the hot steam rising. Besides, you haven't had any sleep for quite a while. Well, I hope you're right, sir, because I feel a bit sleepy, too. I wonder what's keeping him, Guru. Maybe I'd better fire a couple of shots and bring him in, eh? Yes, it might be a good idea. Well, what's the matter, Jack? Don't you feel well? Oh, don't lie down there, child. I want... Oh, this air. Bobby, get up. Which is the way out of this grove? Look, he is too late, white man. The devils. They have dropped us. Get him, Guru, sir. I can't... can't breathe. Jack, get hold of yourself. We've got to get out of here. We've got to get lower. If Bobby, get up. You've got to show it. He is... the sleep of death. It's those orchids. Lord, what a fool I... I didn't think... Jack, Jack, get on your feet. The water's unconscious. Oh, yes, sir, I... I... Yeah, soak your necklace. I'll put it over your mouth. Get blowners and do the same. Yes. Yes. Warner, get... get her other feet. If Bobby, come on, we've... we've got... Warner, devil take him, bless her. Guru, take Jack, Lord. I'll take you, Bobby. Don't go, Bobby. Hold on to me. It is best, too. Lord. Oh, and Guru, I... Come, Warner, he means all. Come, he merely means it. Star, he merely, Warner. All right, then, Guru, I... I'm coming. Devil breath, him no good. Oh, oh. Oh, that... That's better. We... we seem to be out of the worst of it. All right, then, Guru, I... I think I can make it now. Look after Warner. Stop hearing, Guru. We seem to be out of it now, eh? All right, Warner. Wind him blow from devil, huh? Yes, I think so. How's Lorde, Jack? He's moving. I think she's all right, sir. It's a good thing we got out before we were well into the fire. Yes, thanks, Lorde. Here you are, dear. Good. All right, Warner? Yes, Father. It happened. Is that what I call... Department's medicine is very strong. Good thing we were okay when it did. We'd have been in there yet. Well, now, him trail no good. Now, now. All right, George, he's right. It's just what I said, Jack. That other trail was blazed to lead us into that orchid belt. Was it the orchids that made us want to sleep? Yes, I'm sure it was. They poisoned the air. The wind was blowing from a spot where they grew in profusion. As soon as we got out of the line of it, we were all right. It's a good thing the wind brought it to us before we were in the heart of that place. Yes. It would have been ten times as deadly. Take a look at this tree, Jack. Well, George found the right trail. You see that mark? It's an old cut, all right. No quiet, man. Look between the trees to the open place beyond. There lies the place of the treasure. Is it as close as that? It is the place of the upright stones with the writing that no man married. Hello, people. Let's get there. I want to have a good look at those stones. Oh, I can see them, sir. They look like two small headstones out of the cemetery. If my theory is correct, that's probably what they are. And buried between the stones is still linked to the center. There lies the box of iron. It sounds awfully thrilling, doesn't it, Jack? It certainly does. But iron would have rusted long ago. What you think is true is it would. Well, maybe I'm wrong. The keepers of the treasure bind the box around with new cloth. It's here, white man. It has been stowed from many hundreds of years. Maybe I'll be right yet. Is there gravestones? Sure enough. How's your Latin, Jack? Almost as rusty as that iron box must be. Why? Well, unless I miss my guess. There are Latin inscriptions carved on those stones. Yes, fine. George, there are. Come on, Lorda. You were in school last. Get to work on these inscriptions, eh? It's nearly all obliterated. There's only a part of a letter. Yeah, there's enough to piece together a story, isn't there? No. No, I don't believe there is, Lorda. A top line must be a name. It's larger than the rest. Yeah. There's an S, a T. And, well, that might have been you in the first word. And there are eight letters in the word at one time. Hmm. Probably the same name as the one on the copy Fobby has. Septimus. Yes. He was probably buried here. The surface has been turned over recently, sir. Yes, but I'm wondering what we're going to dig with now. We must be quick, white man. The levels of the forest will not allow us to stay here too long. There are days for digging hidden beneath that stone. Beneath the stone? Well, which way does it move, Fobby? It must be lifted from the earth while it stands. Come on, Jack, let's try it. Come on, give a listen, Guto. All right, Buona. All ready? Okay. All right, I'll lift. Okay. It's moving easily. You can lift it right out. That's it. I'll lay it down here. Eh, now let's take a look. They are here, white man. All right, George. They are too. Small ladies' spades. What's that wrapped in cloth? It's stitched around. Oh, save that cloth, Jack. I'll need some for patching. Well, that's the first find, and it's a perfect one, too. A Roman short sword. This place must be full of prices and dekes. Come on, Jack, let's dig, eh? Oh, no! Look out, Guto! It's a throwing spear. It was meant for you and Guto. He did this beard of a duck hole. Look out! Ah!