A wall...built so long ago that the people who live there have slipped back, forgotten the higher civilization that built it. That wall is as strong today as it was centuries ago. The natives keep that wall in repair. They need it.
Why?
There's something on the other side of it, something they fear.
A hostile tribe.
Did you ever hear of...Kong?
Why, yes. Some native superstition isn't it? A god or a spirit or something?
Well anyway, neither Beast nor man. Something monstrous. All powerful. Still living. Still holding that island in a grip of deadly fear. Well, every legend has a basis of truth. I tell you, there's something on that island that no white man has ever seen.
And you expect to photograph it?
If it's there, you bet I'll photograph it.
Suppose it doesn't like having its picture taken?
Well, now you know why I brought along those cases of gas bombs.
