of their room: "Enter, monsieur."

The smile of welcome froze upon the Russian's 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 Rokoff to his chair, and kept

Paulvitch in his.

"You know what has brought me here," he continued, in the same

low tone. "It should be to kill you, but because you are Olga de

Coude's brother 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 I

shall not kill him so long as I permit you to live. Before I leave

you two alive in this room you will have done two things. The

first will be to write a full confession of your connection with

tonight's plot--and sign it.

"The second will be to promise me upon pain of death that you

will permit no word of this affair to get into the newspapers. If

you do not do both, neither of you will be alive when I pass next

through that doorway. 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, attempting by bravado to show how

little he feared Tarzan's threats. An instant later he felt the

ape-man's steel fingers at his throat, and Paulvitch, who attempted

to dodge them and reach the door, was lifted completely off the

floor, and hurled senseless into a corner. When Rokoff commenced

to blacken about the face Tarzan released his hold and shoved the

fellow back into his chair. After a moment of coughing Rokoff

sat sullenly glaring at the man standing opposite him. Presently

Paulvitch came to himself, and limped painfully back to his chair

at Tarzan's command.

"Now write," said the ape-man. "If it is necessary to handle you

again I shall not be so lenient."