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For ten minutes after the ape-man had left her Jane Clayton walked restlessly

back and forth across the silken rugs of the library. Her mother heart ached,

bereft of its first-born. Her mind was in an anguish of hopes and fears.

Though her judgment told her that all would be well were her Tarzan to go alone

in accordance with the mysterious stranger's summons, her intuition would not

permit her to lay aside suspicion of the gravest dangers to both her husband and

her son.

The more she thought of the matter, the more convinced she became that the

recent telephone message might be but a ruse to keep them inactive until the boy

was safely hidden away or spirited out of England. Or it might be that it had

been simply a bait to lure Tarzan into the hands of the implacable Rokoff.

With the lodgment of this thought she stopped in wide-eyed terror. Instantly it

became a conviction. She glanced at the great clock ticking the minutes in the

corner of the library.

It was too late to catch the Dover train that Tarzan was to take. There was

another, later, however, that would bring her to the Channel port in time to reach

the address the stranger had given her husband before the appointed hour.

Summoning her maid and chauffeur, she issued instructions rapidly. Ten

minutes later she was being whisked through the crowded streets toward the

railway station.

It was nine-forty-five that night that Tarzan entered the squalid "pub" on the

water-front in Dover. As he passed into the evil-smelling room a muffled figure

brushed past him toward the street.

"Come, my lord!" whispered the stranger.

The ape-man wheeled about and followed the other into the ill-lit alley, which

custom had dignified with the title of thoroughfare. Once outside, the fellow led

the way into the darkness, nearer a wharf, where high-piled bales, boxes, and

casks cast dense shadows. Here he halted.

Where is the boy?" asked Greystoke.

On that small steamer whose lights you can just see yonder," replied the other.

In the gloom Tarzan was trying to peer into the features of his companion, but he

did not recognize the man as one whom he had ever before seen. Had he guessed

that his guide was Alexis Paulvitch he would have realized that naught but

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