"What has happened here?" asked one of the policemen.

Tarzan explained briefly, but when he turned to the woman for
confirmation of his statement he was appalled by her reply.

"He lies!" she screamed shrilly, addressing the policeman. "He
came to my room while I was alone, and for no good purpose. When
I repulsed him he would have killed me had not my screams attracted
these gentlemen, who were passing the house at the time. He is a
devil, monsieurs; alone he has all but killed ten men with his bare
hands and his teeth."

So shocked was Tarzan by her ingratitude that for a moment he was
struck dumb. The police were inclined to be a little skeptical,
for they had had other dealings with this same lady and her lovely
coterie of gentlemen friends. However, they were policemen, not
judges, so they decided to place all the inmates of the room under
arrest, and let another, whose business it was, separate the innocent
from the guilty.

But they found that it was one thing to tell this well-dressed young
man that he was under arrest, but quite another to enforce it.

"I am guilty of no offense," he said quietly. "I have but sought
to defend myself. I do not know why the woman has told you what
she has. She can have no enmity against me, for never until I came
to this room in response to her cries for help had I seen her."

"Come, come," said one of the officers; "there are judges to