? ? ? ? Clayton moved uneasily in his chair.
? ? ? ? Professor Porter removed his spectacles nervously, 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 glanced at him and coughed nervously.
? ? ? ? "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.
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