a great longing which he knew could never be fulfilled, and so he

sought in study and in dissipation--the two extremes--to forget

the past and inhibit contemplation of the future.

He was sitting in a music hall one evening, sipping his absinth

and admiring the art of a certain famous Russian dancer, when he

caught a passing glimpse of a pair of evil black eyes upon him.

The man turned and was lost in the crowd at the exit before Tarzan

could catch a good look at him, but he was confident that he

had seen those eyes before and that they had been fastened on him

this evening through no passing accident. He had had the uncanny

feeling for some time that he was being watched, and it was in

response to this animal instinct that was strong within him that

he had turned suddenly and surprised the eyes in the very act of

watching him.

Before he left the music hall the matter had been forgotten, nor

did he notice the swarthy individual who stepped deeper into the

shadows of an opposite doorway as Tarzan emerged from the

brilliantly

lighted amusement hall.

Had Tarzan but known it, he had been followed many times from this

and other places of amusement, but seldom if ever had he been alone.

Tonight D'Arnot had had another engagement, and Tarzan had come

by

himself.

As he turned in the direction he was accustomed to taking from this

part of Paris to his apartments, the watcher across the street ran

from his hiding-place and hurried on ahead at a rapid pace.

Tarzan had been wont to traverse the Rue Maule on his way home at

night. Because it was very quiet and very dark it reminded him

more of his beloved African jungle than did the noisy and garish

streets surrounding it. If you are familiar with your Paris you

will recall the narrow, forbidding precincts of the Rue Maule. If

you are not, you need but ask the police about it to learn that

in all Paris there is no street to which you should give a wider

berth after dark.

On this night Tarzan had proceeded some two squares through the

dense shadows of the squalid old tenements which line this dismal

way when he was attracted by screams and cries for help from the