The Atlantis Quest

African drums are talking. The drums bring you a story of Africa. That dark continent of jungle, swamp and arid felt. Of native intrigue and unbelievable mystery. Listen. Professor Antoine Edwards, while traveling in French equatorial Africa with his daughter Lorna, comes into possession of a preserved human head that talks.

Jack Martin, the professor's assistant, joins them. The two men were discussing the talking head when a screen from Lorna brings them running to her tent. What is that flashlight? Here's one, sir.

Lorna's not here. Her bed's empty. Great heavens. Let's become of the girl. What in the name of her? Oh, take a notice, backjack. It's only the head in the other tent. But where we... There it is.

Where, sir? There. Walk you across the open space. Look. Come on, we'll have to hurry. What's the matter with her? Her arms are stretched down a little. Wait a minute. Go to close. See her feet.

They're there. She's in her sleeping suit. Good. Good. She's sleepwalk. Yes. We can't wake her up properly. And once I didn't know Lorna was subject to things like this, possibly the change of crime it has something to do with it.

Has she ever been known to wander this way before? So not to my knowledge. I thought she was perfectly normal. Who's that on the other side of the clearing? The someone watching her. Looks like in good or...

by my side. What's he doing out here at this time? He ought to be bedded down. Don't worry about him. He must have seen her start out. He's probably following to see that no harm comes to her.

He's really, really attached to her. I've had him good over years, Jack. You know that? Well, he's an ugly-looking customer in any case. I'd hate to make an enemy of him. Don't worry about him.