lighted amusement hall.

Had Tarzan but known it, he had been followed many times from this
and other places of amusement, but seldom if ever had he been alone.
Tonight D'Arnot had had another engagement, and Tarzan had come by
himself.

As he turned in the direction he was accustomed to taking from this
part of Paris to his apartments, the watcher across the street ran
from his hiding-place and hurried on ahead at a rapid pace.

Tarzan had been wont to traverse the Rue Maule on his way home at
night. Because it was very quiet and very dark it reminded him
more of his beloved African jungle than did the noisy and garish
streets surrounding it. If you are familiar with your Paris you
will recall the narrow, forbidding precincts of the Rue Maule. If
you are not, you need but ask the police about it to learn that
in all Paris there is no street to which you should give a wider
berth after dark.

On this night Tarzan had proceeded some two squares through the
dense shadows of the squalid old tenements which line this dismal
way when he was attracted by screams and cries for help from the
third floor of an opposite building. The voice was a woman's.
Before the echoes of her first cries had died Tarzan was bounding
up the stairs and through the dark corridors to her rescue.

At the end of the corridor on the third landing a door stood
slightly ajar, and from within Tarzan heard again the same appeal
that had lured him from the street. Another instant found him in