very infinitesimal crumb of the sum total of human knowledge that
a single individual might hope to acquire even after a lifetime of
study and research; but he learned what he could by day, and threw
himself into a search for relaxation and amusement at night. Nor
did he find Paris a whit less fertile field for his nocturnal
avocation.

If he smoked too many cigarettes and drank too much absinth it was
because he took civilization as he found it, and did the things
that he found his civilized brothers doing. The life was a new
and alluring one, and in addition he had a sorrow in his breast and
a great longing which he knew could never be fulfilled, and so he
sought in study and in dissipation--the two extremes--to forget
the past and inhibit contemplation of the future.

He was sitting in a music hall one evening, sipping his absinth
and admiring the art of a certain famous Russian dancer, when he
caught a passing glimpse of a pair of evil black eyes upon him.
The man turned and was lost in the crowd at the exit before Tarzan
could catch a good look at him, but he was confident that he
had seen those eyes before and that they had been fastened on him
this evening through no passing accident. He had had the uncanny
feeling for some time that he was being watched, and it was in
response to this animal instinct that was strong within him that
he had turned suddenly and surprised the eyes in the very act of
watching him.

Before he left the music hall the matter had been forgotten, nor
did he notice the swarthy individual who stepped deeper into the
shadows of an opposite doorway as Tarzan emerged from the brilliantly