A Game of Death Page #4

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That's one of my favorites.

But in time, even with that,

hunting was losing it's thrill.

There is no greater bore than perfection.

I realized what I needed

was not a new weapon...

suddenly everything became clear to me.

I knew what I must do.

I came here.

Restored this old place.

To start my own game preserve.

With what?

Rainsford, I think I can say in all

modesty, I have done a most unusual thing.

I have found a new animal to hunt.

One with courage, cunning,

and every attribute of the ideal quarry.

I beginning to believe you've found the

descendants of the saber-toothed tiger.

Tigers have only their instinct,

their claws and fangs.

No Rainsford, no. It is something

far more interesting than that.

What is it?

It's no use Mr. Rainsford,

he won't tell you.

He won't tell anyone.

It's his secret, and he keeps it behind

the locked the door of that trophy room.

You've certainly got me excited.

Come on, give me at least a hint.

Hint?

Very well.

Mine is the most dangerous

game in the world.

Sorry.

It's just that, Mr. Kreiger was so interesting

that he made me realize the danger.

I'm sorry.

It's nothing. Don't let

it distress you my dear.

When men start talking about hunting, they

are oblivious of everything. Eh, Rainsford?

Even beautiful women.

Won't you play for us?

Erich's a wizard at the piano.

I'm really not much at it.

Don't believe him, Mr. Rainsford.

He's an artist.

And a very accomplished one.

Very well, if you think you can stand it.

Now Rainsford, you're really

gonna hear something.

Shall we sit by the window Mr.

Rainsford and get some air?

Your sister's right Robert, you're

drinking entirely too much.

Sorry Erich.

An amazing personality.

Don't trust him.

Don't believe anything he tells you.

What do you mean?

There's something evil

going on in this place.

We're all prisoners.

Prisoners?

Keep your voice low as if we were

discussing something casual.

You mean he's preventing you

from getting to the mainland?

Yes.

There's nothing wrong with his launch.

He lied about it needing repairs.

I hear it coming and

going in the night.

Perhaps he enjoys the company

of two charming young people.

There were four of us a week ago.

The others have disappeared.

One night after dinner, he took one

of our slavers into the trophy room.

The guy had a dog?

Yes.

Last night he took the other there.

We haven't seen them since.

Have you asked him about them?

He says they've gone hunting.

Has he any other servants?

Yes, two men.

One who cares for the dogs, and

another who patrols the beaches.

We're watched every moment. Day and night.

Be careful, he's looking at us.

Play some more Erich,

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