ously, and breathed upon them, but replaced them
on his nose without wiping.

The ubiquitous Esmeralda grunted.

Only Tarzan did not comprehend.

Presently Robert Canler burst into the room.

"Thank God!" he cried. "I feared the worst,
until I saw your car, Clayton. I was cut off on
the south road and had to go away back to town,
and then strike east to this road. I thought we'd
never reach the cottage."

No one seemed to enthuse much. Tarzan eyed
Robert Canler as Sabor eyes her prey.

Jane Porter glanced at him and coughed nerv-
ously.

"Mr. Canler," she said, "this is Monsieur
Tarzan, an old friend."

Canler turned and extended his hand. Tarzan
rose and bowed as only D'Arnot could have
taught a gentleman to do it, but he did not seem
to see Canler's hand.

Nor did Canler appear to notice the over-
sight.

"This is the Reverend Mr. Tousley, Jane,"
said Canler, turning to the clerical party behind
him. "Mr. Tousley, Miss Porter."

Mr. Tousley bowed and beamed.

Canler introduced him to the others.

We can have the ceremony at once, Jane,"
said Canler. "Then you and I can catch the
midnight train in town."

Tarzan understood the plan instantly. He

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