The most dangerous game

One of my favourite short stories as a teenager was called The Most Dangerous Game

The final few sentences at the end of the book were particularly memorable…

A man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there.

“Rainsford!” screamed the general. “How in God’s name did you get here?”

“Swam,” said Rainsford. “I found it quicker than walking through the
jungle.”

The general sucked in his breath and smiled. “I congratulate you,” he
said. “You have won the game.”

Rainsford did not smile. “I am still a beast at bay,” he said, in a low,
hoarse voice. “Get ready, General Zaroff.”

The general made one of his deepest bows. “I see,” he said. “Splendid!
One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in
this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford.” . . .

He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.

– Richard Connell (1893-1949)

 

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