Congo Murder

From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time, transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Congo murder. Johnny Convey had met many men since he'd arrived in Africa, But of them all, Tarzan was the only one he looked upon as a real friend.

The handsome, suntan youth had hurried the fifty miles to Tarzan's sea-coast cabin. Now he burst in, too full of excitement and enthusiasm to bother with knocking. I found it, Tarzan! Johnny, I found it at last!

The gold you've been searching for? You're not kidding. Wait till I show you something. Yeah, here's Lulu, the first gold nugget I found. I drilled that hole through so I could wear the string around my neck.

Lulu sure brought me luck. Lulu was not the last gold you found I presumed. Tarzan, I made a richest strike that I ever dreamt of. More of it than I can spend in a lifetime.

Johnny, do you want my advice? Sure, what? Take the pick you used to unearth the gold and bury it twice as deep as it was. Then forget about it. Are you nuts? You're happy today and I'd like to see my friends happy but...

You won't remain that way if you keep the gold, Johnny. It brings nothing but evil. Evil? Are you kidding? This gold is going to do more good than a barrel eliminated, a fourth of July picnic.