? ? ? ? The answer to his life's riddle lay in these tiny marks.
? ? ? ? With tense nerves he sat leaning forward in his chair, but suddenly he relaxed and dropped back, smiling.
? ? ? ? D'Arnot looked at him in surprise.
? ? ? ? "You forget that for twenty years the dead body of the child who made those fingerprints lay in the cabin of his father, and that all my life I have seen it lying there," said Tarzan bitterly.
? ? ? ? The policeman looked up in astonishment.
? ? ? ? "Go ahead, captain, with your examination," said D'Arnot, "we will tell you the story later--provided Monsieur Tarzan is agreeable."
? ? ? ? Tarzan nodded his head.
? ? ? ? "But you are mad, my dear D'Arnot," he insisted. "Those little fingers are buried on the west coast of Africa."
? ? ? ? "I do not know as to that, Tarzan," replied D'Arnot. "It is possible, but if you are not the son of John Clayton then how in heaven's name did you come into that God forsaken jungle where no white man other than John Clayton had ever set foot?"
? ? ? ? "You forget--Kala," said Tarzan.
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