was D'Arnot's cablegram to Tarzan, and it read:


Finger prints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations.
D'ARNOT.


He staggered as though he had received a mortal blow. Just then
he heard the others calling to him to hurry--the train was coming
to a stop at the little platform. Like a man dazed he gathered up
his ulster. He would tell them about the cablegram when they were
all on board the train. Then he ran out upon the platform just as
the engine whistled twice in the final warning that precedes the
first rumbling jerk of coupling pins. The others were on board,
leaning out from the platform of a Pullman, crying to him to hurry.
Quite five minutes elapsed before they were settled in their seats,
nor was it until then that Clayton discovered that Tarzan was not
with them.

"Where is Tarzan?" he asked Jane Porter. "In another car?"

"No," she replied; "at the last minute he determined to drive his
machine back to New York. He is anxious to see more of America
than is possible from a car window. He is returning to France,
you know."

Clayton did not reply. He was trying to find the right words to
explain to Jane Porter the calamity that had befallen him--and
her. He wondered just what the effect of his knowledge would be on
her. Would she still wish to marry him--to be plain Mrs. Clayton?