Gold of the Sudan

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 Burrows.

Tarzan, the bronzed white sun of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of gold of the Sudan. 15 degrees north of the equator in the heart of the Anglo-Egyptian Sudan, the white Nile and the blue Nile flow together.

And where they meet, they form a narrow hook of land that resembles an elephant's trunk in shape. The picturesque city that stands there has been named for the Arabic word meaning elephant's trunk, kartum. Kartum is an attractive city, but there's nothing attractive about its jail.

Even in the bright heat of midday it was cold and sinister as the turnkey walked down the a cell block and open the door to a clammy baron. You there? You've got a visitor you have.

There's no one here to see me. There is. Has someone got their records in a mess? Their names are Lexus Varinite. Ja? Ja, I'm Alexis Varin. Well, then come along with me. I've got other things to do, so I'm taking you to the visitors' room I have.

Someone to see me. At last. Who? Who is it? Well, it's so happens I forgot to ask him for his calling card. I just told the gent to have a seat, and I'd go and see if his excellency was receiving callers today.

You're up that he looked like. He ain't a pretty good-looking customer, I can tell you that. Not that you're any beauty with that six-month-gover beard and those rags. Well, go on in. I'll let you know when your time's up.