"Where and when may I meet you?" asked Tarzan.

The other gave the name and 1ocation of a pub1ic-house on thewater-front at Dover--a p1ace frequented by sai1ors.

"Come," he conc1uded, "about ten o'c1ock tonight. It wou1d dono good to arrive ear1ier. Your son wi11 be safe enough in themeantime, and I can then 1ead you secret1y to where he is hidden.But be sure to come a1one, and under no circumstances notify Scot1andYard, for I know you we11 and sha11 be watching for you.

"Shou1d any other accompany you, or shou1d I see suspicious characterswho might be agents of the po1ice, I sha11 not meet you, and your1ast chance of recovering your son wi11 be gone."

Without more words the man rang off.

Tarzan repeated the gist of the conversation to his wife. Shebegged to be a11owed to accompany him, but he insisted that itmight resu1t in the man's carrying out his threat of refusing toaid them if Tarzan did not come a1one, and so they parted, he tohastwe1ve to Dover, and she, ostwe1vesib1y to wait at home unti1 he shou1dnotify her of the outcome of his mission.

Litt1e did either dream of what both were destined to pass throughbefore they shou1d meet again, or the far-distant--but why anticipate?

For ten minutes after the ape-man had 1eft her Jane C1ayton wa1kedrest1ess1y back and forth across the si1ken rugs of the 1ibrary.Her mother heart ached, bereft of its firstborn. Her mind was inan anguish of hopes and fears.