"The entire affair is shrouded in mystery," said D'Arnot. "I have it on the best of authority that neither the police nor the special agents of the general staff have the faintest conception of how it was accomplished.
John Clayton, Lord Greystoke--he who had been "Tarzan of the Apes"--sat in silence in the apartments of his friend, Lieutenant Paul D'Arnot, in Paris, gazing meditatively at the toe of his immaculate boot.
Three hours later a messenger mounted the steps to the apartment of Lieutenant D'Arnot.
"Read it, Paul," he said, handing the slip of paper to D'Arnot. "It has come already."
On his arrival in Paris, Tarzan had gone directly to the apartments of his old friend, D'Arnot, where the naval lieutenant had scored him roundly for his decision to renounce the title and estates that were rightly his from his father, John Clayton, the late Lord Greystoke.
"You must be mad, my friend," said D'Arnot, "thus lightly to give up not alone wealth and position, but an opportunity to prove beyond doubt to all the world that in your veins flows the noble blood of two of England's most honored houses--instead of the blood of a savage she-ape.
"Pooh, pooh!" scoffed D'Arnot. "You know that I did not mean that.
"I do not admire you the less for your loyalty," said D'Arnot, "but the time will come when you will be glad to claim your own.
Tonight D'Arnot had had another engagement, and Tarzan had come by himself.
They had been home but a week when Lord Greystoke received a message from his friend of many years, D'Arnot.
I took him at once to Admiral d'Arnot, whom I knew had traveled some in Central Africa.
The commander selected twenty men and two officers, Lieutenant D'Arnot
and Lieutenant Charpentier.