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April 9. 1914
ZZeRETURN of TARZAN
“You must have wondered," said the
countess finally. “what the object of
Rokoff's persecution could be. It is
very simple. The count is intrusted
with' many of the vital secrets of the
ministry of war. He often has in his
.possession papers that foreign powers
would give a fortune to possess—se
crets of state that their agents would
commit murder and worse than mur
der to learn.
“There is such a matter now in his
possession that would make the fame
and fortune of any Russian who could
divulge it to his government. Rokotr
and Paulvitch are Russian spies. They
will stop at nothing to procure this in
formation. The affair on the liner—l
mean the matter of the card game—
was for the purpose of blackmailing
the knowledge they seek from my hus
band.
“Had he been convicted of cheating
at cards his career would’ have been
blighted. He would have had to leave
the war department. He would have
been socially ostracized. They intend
ed to hold this club over him—the price
of an avowal on their part that the
count was but the victim of the plot
of enemies who wished to besmirch his
name was to have been the papers
they seek.
“You thwarted them in this. Then
they concocted the scheme whereby
my reputation was to be the price in
stead of the count‘s. Was it not too
horrible? But i happened to know
something of M. Paulvitch that would
send him to the gallows in Russia if
it were known by the police of St. Pe
tersburg. I dared him to carry out his
plan and then I leaned toward him
and whispered a name in his ear. Like
that"-and she snapped her fingers—
“he flew at my throat as a madman.
He would have killed me had you not
interfered.”
“The bmtes!" muttered Tarzan.
“Why do you not turn the scoundrels
over to the authorities? They should
make quick work of them."
She hesitated for a moment before
replying. ‘
“There are two reasons." she said
finally. “One of them it is that keeps
the count from doing that very' thing.
The other. my real reason for fearing
to expose them, I have never told
only Rokofr and I know It. I wonder
why It Is that I want to tell you the
thing that l have not dared tell even
to my husband. I believe that you
would understand and that you could
tell me the right course to follow. I
believe that you Would not judge me
too harshly."
“I fear that I should prove a very
poor judge, madame." Tarzan replied.
“for if you had been guilty of murder
1 should say that the victim should be
grateful to have met so sweet a fate.”
“Oh, dear. no." she expostulated. “It
is not so terrible as that. But first let
me tell you the reason the count has
for not prosecuting these men; then, if
I can hold my courage, I shall tell you
the real reason that I dare not. The
first is that Nikolas Rokoir is my broth
er. We are Russians. Nikolas has
been a bad man since I can remember.
He was cashlered from the Russian
army, in which he held a captaincy.
There was a terrible scandal for a
time, but after awhile it was partially
forgotten and my father obtained a po
sition for him in the secret service.
“There have been many terrible
crimes laid at Nikolas’ door, but he
was always managed to escape punish
ment. or late he has accomplished it
by trumped up evidence convicting his
victims of treason against the czar,
and the Russian police, who are al-
‘fi39'3ixy too ready to fasten guilt of
this nature upon any and all, have
accepted his version and exonerated
him."
“Have not his attempted crimes
against you and your husband forfeit
ed whatever rights the bonds of kin
ship might have accorded him i” asked
Tarzan. “The {act that you are his
sister has not deterred him from seek
ing to besmirch your honor. You owe
him no loyalty. madame.” .
“Ah, but there is that other reason.
If I owe him no loyalty. though he be
my brother, I cannot so easily disavow
the‘i'ear I hold him in because of a
certain episode in my life of which he
is cognizant.
“I might as well tell you all." she
remined after a pause, “for I see that
it 15 in my heart to tell you sooner or
later. I was educated in a convent.
While there I met a man whom I sup
posed to be a gentleman. I knew lit
tle or nothing about men and less
about love. I got it into my foolish
head that I loved this man. and at his
urgent request I ran away with him.
We were to have been married.
“I was with him just three hours—
all in the daytime and in public places
-—raiiroad stations and upon a train.
When we reached our destination,
where we were to have been married,
two oflcera stepped up to my escort as
ye descended from the train and
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placed him under arrest. They took
me also, but when I had told my story
they did not detain me, other than to
send me back to the convent under the
care of a matron. It seemed that the
man who had wooed me was no gen
tleman at all, but a deserter from the
army as well as a fugitive from civil
Justice. He had a police record in
nearly every country in Europe.
“The matter was hushed up by the
authorities of the convent. Not even
my parents knew of it. But Nikolas
met the man afterward and learned
the whole story. Now he threatens to
tell the count it I do not do just as he
wishes me to.”
Tarzan laughed. “You are still but
a little girl. The story that you have
told me cannot reflect in any way upon
your reputation. and were you not a'
little girl at heart you would know it.
Go to your husband tonight and tell
him the whole story Just as you have
told it to me. Unless lam much mis-
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Sho Found Herself Face to Face With
Nikolas Rokofi.
taken he will laugh at you for your
fears and take immediate steps to put
that precious brother of yours in pris
on. where he belongs.” ‘
“I only wish that I dared," she said,
“but I am afraid."
As Tarzan was leaving her a short
time later he wondered a little at the
clinging pressure of her hand at part
ing and the firm insistence with which
she exacted a promise from him that
he would call again on the morrow.
As the countess turned back into the
room after Tarzan’s departure she
found herself face to face with Niko
las Rokotr.
“How long have you been here?” she‘
cried, shrinking away from him.
“Since before your lover came," he
answered with a nasty leer.
“Stop!" she commanded. “How dare
you say such a thing to me—yonr sis»
ter!” .
“Well. my dear Olga, if be Is not
your lover accept my apologies, but it
is no fault of yours that he is not.”
The woman put her hands to her
vars.
“I will not listen. You are wicked
to say such things as that. No matter
what you may threaten me with, you
know that lam a good woman. After
tonight you will not dare to annoy me.
for i shall tell Raoul all. He will un
derstand. and then. M. Kikolas, be
ware!“ '
“You shall tell' him nothing.” said
Rokotr. “I have this atralr now. and
with the help of one of your servants
whom I may trust it will lack nothing
in the telling when the tlme comes
that the details of the sworn evidence
shall be poured into your husband’s
ears. The other affair served its pur
pose well. We now have something
tangible to work on, Olga. A real af
fair-and you a trusted wife. Shame.
Olga!" And the brute laughed.
So the countess told her count noth
ing. and matters were worse than they
had been. From a vague fear her
mind was transferred to a very tangi
ble one. It may be. too. that con
science helped to enlarge it out of all
proportions. ,
CHAPTER V.
A Plot Against a Woman.
OR a month Tarzan Was a regu
lar and very welcome devotee
at the shrine of the beautiful
Countess de Coude. Often he
met other members of the select little
coterle that dropped in for tea of an
afternoon. More often Olga found de
vices that would give her an hour of
Tarzan alone. She grew to speculate
much upon the strange force which
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seemed to attract her toward the gray
eyed stranger. She did not wish to
love him. nor did she wish his love.
He was honorable and chivalrous. She
was not afraid of him. That she could
trust him she had felt lnstinctively
from the first.
From a distance Rokofl' had watched
this growing intimacy with malicious
glee. Ever since he had learned that
Tarzan knew that he was a Russian
spy there had been added to his hatred
for the ape-man a great fear that he
would expose him. He was but wait
ing now until the moment was pro
pitious for a master stroke.
Tarzan was nearer to contentment
than he had been since the peace and
tranquillity of his jungle had been
broken in upon by the advent of the
marooned Porter party. ,
Sometimes D'Arnot accompanied him
on his visits to the De Coude home. for
he had long known both Olga and the
count. Occasionally De Coude drop
ped in, but the multitudinous affairs
or his oflicial position and the never
ending demands of politics kept him
from home usually until late at night.
Rokofl spied upon Tarzan almost
constantly. waiting for the time that
he should call at the De Coude palace
at night. but in this he was doomed to
disappointment.
Finding that it seemed impossible to
trap Tarzan through any voluntary act
of his own. Rokofl and Paulvitch put
their heads together to hatch a plan
that would trap the ape-man in all the
circumstantial evidence of a compro
mising position.
For days they watched the papers as
well as the movements of De Coude
and Tarzan. At length they were re
warded. A morning paper made brief
mention of a smoker that was to be
given on the following evening by the
German ambassador. De Coude‘s name
was among those of the invited guests.
if he attended this meant that he
would be absent from his home until
after midnight.
On the night of the banquet Paul
vltch waited at the curb before the res
idence of the ambassador. where he
could scan the face of each guest that
arrived. He had not long to wait be
fore De Coude descended from his car
and passed him. That was enough.
Paulvitch hastened back to his quar
ters. where Rokofl' awaited him. There
they waited until after 11. then Paul
vitch took down the receiver of their
telephone. He called the number of
the apartments of Lieutenant D’Arnot.
“M. Tarzan?
“Ah, yes. monsieur, this is Francois
-in the serVice of the Countess de
Coude. Possibly monsieur does poor
Francois the honor to recall him-yes?
“Yes, monsieur. I have a message.
an urgent message from the countess.
She asks that you hasten to her at
once—she is in trouble. monsleur."
Paulvitch hung up the receiver and
turned to grin at Rokoff.
"It will take him thirty minutes to get
there. If you reach the German am
nassador‘s in fifteen De Coude should
arrive at his home in about forty-five
minutes. it all depends upon whether
the tool will remain fifteen minutes
after he finds that a trick has been
played upon him. but unless i am mis
taken Olga will be loath to let him go
in so short a time as that. Here is
the note for De Coude. Hasten!"
Paulvitcb lost no time in reaching the
German ambassador’s. At the door he
handed the note to a footman. "This
is for the‘Count de Coude. it is very
urgent. You must see itbat it is placed
in his hands at once." and he dropped
a piece of silver into the willing hand
of the servant. Then he returned to
his quarters.
A moment later De Coude was apol
oglzlng to hls host as he tore open the
envelope. What he read left his face
white and his hand trembling:
M. le Count de Coude—One who wishes
to save the honor of your name takes this
means to warn you that the sanctity of
your home is this gnlnute in jeopardy.
A certain man who for months has been
a constant visitor theie during your ab
sence is now with your wife. It you go
at once to your countess' boudoir you will
find them together. A FRIEND.
Twenty minutes after Paulvltch had
called Tarzan. Rokon' obtained a con
nection with Olga’s private line. Her
maid answered the telephone. which
was in thecountess‘ botdoir.
“But madame has retired," said the
maid in answer to Rokofl's requat to
speak with her.
"This is a very urgent message for
the countess‘ ears alone." replied Ro
kotr. "Tell her that she must arise
and slip something about her and come
to the telephone. 1 shall call up again
in five minutes." Then he hung up his
receiver. A moment later Paulvitch
entered.
"The count has the message?” asked
Rokon‘.
“He should be on his way to his
home by now." replied Paulvitch.
“Good! My lady will be sitting in
her boudoir. very much in negligee.
about now. In : minute the faithful
Jacques will escort M. Tarzan into her
presence without announcing him. The
count will break in upon a very pretty
love scene in about fifteen minutes
from now. I think we have planned
marvelously. my dear Alexis. Let us
go out and drink to the very good
health of M. Tarzan in some of old
Plancon‘s unparalleled absinth. not for
getting thnt the Count de Coude is one
of the best swordsmen in Paris and
by far the best shot in all France."
When Tarzan reached Oiga's Jacques
was awaiting him at the entrance.
“This way. monsieur," he said and
led the way up the broad marble stair
case. In another moment he had open
ed a door and. drawing aside a heavy
curtain. obseqniousiy bowed Tarzan
into a dimly lighted apartment. Then
Jacques vanished.
Across the room from him Tarzan
saw Olga seated before a little desk
on which stood her telephone. She was
tapping Impatiently nfion {he poiished
surface of the desk. She had not
heard him enter.
“Olga." he said. “what is wrong?"
She turned toward him with a little
cry of alarm.
“Jean!" she cried. “What am you
doing here? Who admitted you?
What does it mean?"
Tarzan was thunderstruck. but in an
instant he realized a part of the truth.
“Then you did not send for me.
Olga?"
"Send for you at this time of night?
Jean. do you think that I am quite
mad?"
“Francois telephoned me to come at
once: that you were in trouble and
wanted me."
“Francois? Who In the world Is
Francois?"
“He said that he was in your serv
ice. He spoke as though I should re
call the fact."
“There is no one by that name In my
employ. Some one has played a Joke
upon you. Jean." and Olga laughed.
“I fear that it may be a most sinister
'joke.’ Olga." he replied. “There 18
more back of it than humor."
“What do you mean? You do not
think that"—
"Where is the count?” be inter
rupted.
“At the German ambassadors."
“This is another move by your est!-
mahle brother. Tomorrow the count
will hear of lt. He will questlon the
servants. Everything will point, to—
to what Rokofl' wishes the count to
think.”
“The scoundrel!” cried Olga. She
had arisen and come close to Tarzan.
where she stood looking up into his
face. She was very frightened. in
her eyes was an expression that the
hunter sees in those of a poor. terri
fied doe—puzzled. questioning. Her
look. her attitude. her words were elo
quent of the age old appeal of defense
less woman to her natural protector—
man. Tarzan took one of the warm
little hands in his own strong one.
The act was quite involuntary and al
most equally so» was the instinct of
protection that threw a sheltering arm
around the girl’s shoulders.
The result was electrical. Never be
fore had he been so close to her. in
startled guilt they looked suddenly into
each other's eyes and where Olga de
Coude should have been strong she
was weak. for she crept closer into the
man's arms and clasped her own about
his neck. And Tarzan of the Apes?
He took her into his mighty arms and
covered her lips with kisses
Raoul de Coude made hurried ex
cuses to his host after he had read the
note handed him by the ambassador's
butler. Never afterward could he re
call the nature of the excuses he made.
Everything was quite a blur to him
up to the time that he stood on the
threshold of his own home. Then he
became very cool. moving quietly and
with caution. For some inexplicable
reason Jacques had the door open be
fore he was' halfway to the steps. it
did not strike him at the time as being
unusual. though afterward he remark
ed it. -
Very softly he tlptoed up the stairs
and along the gallery to the door of
his wife‘s boudoir. In his hand was a
heavy walking stick—in his heart mur
der.
Olga was the first to see him. With
a horrified shriek she tore herself from
Tarzan's arms and the ape-man turned
just in time to ward with his arm a
terrible blow that De Coude had aimed
at his head. Once. twice. three times
the heavy stick tell with lightning
rapidity and each blow aided in the
transition of the ape-man hack to the
primordial.
With the low. guttural snarl of the
bull ape he sprang for the Frenchman.
The great stick was torn from his
grasp and broken in two as though it
had been matchwood. to be flung aside
as the now Infuriated beast charged
for his adversary's throat.
Olga de Coude stood a horrified spec
tator. to the terrible scene which en
sued during the next brief moment.
then she sprang to where Tarzan was
murdering her husband—choking the
life from him—shaking him as a ter
rier might shake a rat.
' Frantically she tore at his great
hands. "Mother of God!" she cried.
'”You are killing him. you are killing
him! oh. Jean. you are killing my
husband!" ,
Tar-Tn was deal! with rage. Sudden
ly he urled the body to the floor. and.
placing his foot upon the upturned
breast. raised his head. Then through
the palace of the Count de Coude rang
the awesome challenge of the bull ape
that has made a kill. From cellar to
attic the horrid sound searched out the
servants and left them blanched and
trembling. The woman in the room
’sank to her knees beside the body of
her husband and prayed.
Slowly the red mist faded from be
fore Tarzan’s eyes. Things began to
take form—he was regaining the per
spective of civilized man. His eyes fell
upon the figure of the kneeling woman.
“Olga,” he whispered. She looked up.
expecting to see the maniacal light of
murder in the eyes above her. Instead
she saw horror and contrition.
“oh. Jean!" she cried. “See what you
have done. He was my husband. .I
loved him. and you have killed him."
Very gently Tarzan raised the limp
form of the Count de Coude and bore
it to a couch. Then he put his ear to
the man’s breast.
"Some brandy. Olga." he said.
She brought it, and together they
forced it between his lips. Pmtly
a faint gasp came from the white lips.
The head turned. and De Coude
groaned.
“He will not die.” said Tarzan.
“Thank God!” -
"Why did you do it, Jean?’ she
asked.
Bh. Ton Herself From Tarzan's Arms.
“I do not know. He struck me. and 1
went mad. 1 have seen the apes of my
tribe do the same thing. i have never
told you my story. Olga. it would have
been. better had you known lt—this
might not have happened. 1 never saw
my father. The only mother I ever
knew was a ferocious she ape. Until i
was fifteen i had never seen a human
being. I was twenty before i saw a
white man. A little more than a year
ago I was a naked beast of prey in an
African Jungle. Do not judge me too
harshly. Two years is too short a time
in which to attempt to work the change
in an individual that it has taken count
less ages to accomplish in the white
race.”
"I do not Judge you at all. Jean. The
fault is mine. You must go now. He
must not find you here when he he
gains consciousness. Goodby.”
- It was a sorrowful Tarzan who walk
ed with bowed head from the palace of
the Count de Coude.
Once outside his thoughts took defl- ‘
nite shape. to the end that twenty min-7
utes later he entered a police station
not far from the Rue Maule. Here he ‘
found one of the oflicers with whom
he had had an encounter several weeks.
previous. The policeman was genuine- 3
ly glad to see again the man who had
so roughly handled him. After a mo-‘
ment of conversation Tarzan asked if
he had ever heard of Nikolas Rokofl' or
Alexis Paulvltch.
"Very often indeed. monsieur. Each
has a police record. and while there Is
nothing charged against themnow we
make it a point to know pretty well
where they may be found should the
occasion demand. It is only the same
precaution that we taken with every
known criminal. Why does monslenr
ask?‘
"They are known to me.” replied
Tarzan. “I wish to see M. Rokolr on
a little matter of business. It you can
direct me to his lodgings I shall appre
date it."
A few minutes later he bade the po
liceman adieu and. with a slip of paper
in his pocket hearing a certain address
in a semirespecmble quarter. he walk
ed briskly toward the nearest taxi
stand.
Rokofl‘ and Paulvitch had returned to
their rooms and were sitting talking
over the probable outcome of the even
ing’s events. They had telephoned to
the offices of two of the morning pa
pers. from which they momentarily ex
pected representatives to hear the first
report of the scandal that was to stir
social Paris on the morrow.
CHAPTER VI.
A Dual.
HEAVY step sounded on the stair
way. “Ah. but these newspaper
men are prompt!" exclaimed
Rokofl'. and as a knock fell
upon the door of their room. “Enter.
monsieur."
The smlle of welcome froze upon the
Russian’e face as he looked into the
hard. gray eyes of his visitor.
“Name of a name!" he shouted.
springing to his feet. “What brings
you here?"
“Sit down!" said Tarzan so low that
the men could barely catch the words.
but In a tone that brought Rokol! to
his chair and kept Paulvitch in his.
“You know what has brought me
here." he continued In the same low
bone. "It should be to kill you. but
because you are Olga de Coude‘s broth
er I shall not do that-now.
“I shall give you a chance for your
lives. Paulvitch does not count much
-—he is merely a stupid, foolish little
tool—and so 1 shall not'kili him so long
as I permit you to live. Before I leave
you two alire in this room you will
have done two things. The first will be
to write a full confession of your con
nection with tonight's plot—and sign it.
“The second will be to promise me
upon pain of death that you will per
mit no word of this aflair to get into
the newspapers. If you do not do both
neither of you will be alive when I
pass next through that door. Do you
understand?“ And, without waiting
for a reply: “Make haste. There is ink
before you and paper and a pen.”
Rokoff assumed a truculent air. at
tempting by bravado to show how lit
tle he feared Tarzan’s threats. An in
stant later he felt the apeman's steel
fingers at his throat. and Paulvitch.
who attempted to dodge by them and
reach the door. was lifted completely
0!! the floor and hurled senseless into
a corner. When Rokofl' commenced to
blacken about the face Tam released
his hold and shoved the fellow back
into his chair. After a moment of
coughing Rokoii' sat sullenly glaring
at the man standing opposite him.
Presently Paulritch came to himself
and limped painfully back to his chair
at Tarzan's command.
“Now write." said the apeman. “If
it is necessary to handle you again I
shall not be so lenient."
Rokoii‘ picked up a pen and com
menced to write.
“See that you omit no detail and that
you mention every name," cautioned
Tarzan.
Presently there was a knock at the
door. “Enter." said Tarzan.
A dapper young man came in. “I am
from the Matlu.‘ he announced. “1 un
derstand that M. Rokoir has a story for
me.”
“Then you are mistaken. monsieur,”
replied Tarzan. “You have no story to!
publication. have you. my dear Niko
las?”
Bokoh’ looked up from his writing
with an ugly scowl upon his face.
“No." he growled. “i have no story
for publication-now.”
“Nor ever. my dear Nikolas." and the
reporter did not see the nasty light in
the ape-man‘s eye; but Nikolas Rokoil
dld. -
“Nor ever." he repeated hastily.
“it is too had that monsieur has
been troubled." said Tarzan. turning to
the newspaper man. “1 bid monsieur
good evening." and he bowed the dap
per young man out of the room and
closed the door in his face.
An hour later Tarzan. with a rather
bulky manuscript in his coat pocket.
turned at the door leading from Re
kofl‘s room.
“Were i you i should leave France,”
he said. “for sooner or later i shall iind
an excuse to kill you that will not in
any way compromise your sister."
D‘Arnot was asleep when Tarzan _-
tered their apartments after leaving
Bokofl‘s. Tarzan did not disturb him.
but the following morning he narratnd
the happenings of the previous even
ing. omitting not a single detail.
“What a tool 1 have been.” be con
cluded. "De Coude and his wife wet!"
both my friends. How have I returnd
their friendship? Barely did I escape
murdering the count. i have castfp
stigma on the name of a good woman.
it is very probable that i have broken
up a happy home.” -'
t'Do you love Olga de Coude?” ask‘ed
D’Arnot. . .7:
"Were i not positive that she does
not love me 1 could not answer you‘
question. Paul. but without disloyalty
to her i tell you that i do not love her.
nor does she love me. For an instant
we were the victims of a sudden
madness—it was not love—and it would
have left us unharmed as suddenly u
it had come upon us even though Do
Coude had not returned. As you know..
i have had little experience of women.
Olga de Coude is very beautiful. that
and the dim light and the seductive
surrounding and the appeal 01' the de
fenseless for protection might have
been resisted by a more civilized man.
but my civilization is not even skin
deep—it does not go deeper than my
clothes.
“Paris is no place for me. i will but
continue to stumble into more and
more'serlous pitfalls. The man-made
restrictions are irksome. i feel always
that lam a prisoner i cannot endure
it. my friend. and ,o i think that I
shall go back to my own jungle and
lend the life that God Intended that. I
should-lead when he put me there."
“Do not take it so to heart. Jean.”
responded D‘Afi’hot. “You have acquit
ted yourself much better than most
‘civilized‘ men would have under simi
lar circumstances. As to leaving Pad.
at this time. I rather think that Raoul
de Coude may be expected to have
something to say. on that subject before
long."
Nor was D’Arnot mistaken. A week
later on M. Flaubert was announced
about ll in the morning as D‘Arqbt
and Tarzan were hreaki'asting. , 11.
Flaubert was an impressively polite
gentleman. Wlth many low hows he
delivered M. le Count de Coude's chal
lenge to M. Tarzan. Would man-lent
be so very kind as to arrange to hair.
a friend meet M. Flauhert at as early
an hour as convenient that the detaill
might be arranged to the mutual lath
i‘actlon of all concerned?
Certainly. M. Tarzan would be do
ughted to place his interests unreserv
edly in the hands of his friend, Llan
tenant D'Arnot. And so It was ar
ranged that D'Arnot was to call on u.
Flaubert at 2 that afternoon. and the
polite M. Flaubert, with many bows.
left them.
When they were again alone D'Arnoll
looked quizzically at Tarzan.
“Well?" he said,
“Now to my sins I must add murder.
or else myself be killed." said Tarzan.
“I am progressing rapidly in the ways
of my civilized brothers." .
“What weapons shall you select?"
asked D'Arnot. “De Coude ls accred
ited wlth being a master with the sword
and a splendid shot.” 2
“I might then choose poisoned an
rows at twenty paces or spears at the
same distance.” laughed Tarzan. "Make
it pistols. Paul.” '
"He will kill you. Jean." '-
“I have no doubt of it.” replied Tu
na. “1 must die some day.” ;
“We had better make it swords.” said
D’Arnot. “He will be satlsfled with
Woundlng you. and there is less danger
of a mortal wound.”
“Pistols." said Tarzan, with finality.
D'Arnot tried to argue him out of it.’
but without avail. so pistols it was.
D‘Arnot returned from his confer
ence with M. Flaubert shortly after 4.
“It is all arranged." he said. “Everr
thing is satisfactory. Tomorrow morn
ing at daylight—there is a_ qeclnded
spot 0!; the road not tar trom'lampel.
For some personal reason lag-Flume";
preferred it. I dld not demur."
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