Island of Lost Souls Page #2

on the schooner.

No. I'm taking him up to the house.

Mr. Parker.

- Yes.

- You can't do that.

I've got something in mind.

Mr. Parker?

- Would you come with me, please?

- Surely.

You understand, Mr. Parker,

you are an uninvited guest.

Certainly.

You may perhaps find our domain

rather strange.

I shall have to rely upon your caution

while you're here...

and your silence when you're gone.

- You understand that?

- Of course, Doctor.

Limestone formation.

Curious, isn't it?

This was once the crater

of a volcano.

Extraordinarily fertile

this volcanic dust.

Seeds blown here by the wind

and brought here by birds.

See the result.

Don't be alarmed, Mr. Parker.

You're quite expert with that whip,

aren't you, Doctor?

It's a hobby of mine. I learned how

to handle one as a boy in Australia.

There's my house.

Strange-looking natives

you have here.

You'll be wanting a cold shower,

I take it, before dinner.

Oh, an excellent brandy, Montgomery.

I hope you brought plenty.

Then, of course, you did.

Montgomery is a man to trust,

Mr. Parker...

especially in the selection

and the ordering of your liquors.

M'ling, you may take everything.

Yes.

You are a man of discretion,

Mr. Parker.

I hope so.

And now, if you'll excuse us,

there are cigarettes.

- M'ling, brandy for Mr. Parker.

- Nothing more, thank you.

That'll be all, M'ling.

You may go.

I, uh, should much prefer,

Mr. Parker...

that you don't leave this room.

Your wish, Doctor.

I had my reasons

for keeping you sober.

Go to the laboratory.

You'll see what's to be done.

You're not going?

- I'm taking her to Parker.

- Lota to Parker?

Why do you suppose

I brought him to the house?

He's seen too much already.

But she's never seen

anything like him.

- No?

- You and I don't count.

The only reactions we get from her

are fear and terror.

Hmm. That's understandable.

But how will she respond to Parker

where there's no cause for fear?

Will she be attracted?

Is she capable of being attracted?

Has she a woman's emotional impulses?

I'd scarcely hoped for a chance like this

short of London.

Lota. Lota.

Come here.

Lota. I've taught you many things.

Yes?

- All that you know I've taught you.

- Yes.

Mm-hmm.

I'm going to let you learn

something for yourself.

A man has come from the sea.

I will take you to him...

let you talk with him.

- Yes?

- Mmm.

I'm going to

leave you alone with him...

and you may talk with him

about anything you please...

about the world he comes from.

But you must say nothing about me...

nothing about the Law...

nothing about the House of Pain.

- Do you understand me?

- Yes.

Then come along with me.

Get out!

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