being. I was twenty before I saw a white man. A little more than
a year ago I was a naked beast of prey in an African jungle.

"Do not judge me too harshly. Two years is too short a time in
which to attempt to work the change in an individual that it has
taken countless ages to accomplish in the white race."

"I do not judge at all, Jean. The fault is mine. You must go now--he
must not find you here when he regains consciousness. Good-by."

It was a sorrowful Tarzan who walked with bowed head from the palace
of the Count de Coude.

Once outside his thoughts took definite shape, to the end that
twenty minutes later he entered a police station not far from the
Rue Maule. Here he soon found one of the officers with whom he
had had the encounter several weeks previous. The policeman was
genuinely glad to see again the man who had so roughly handled him.
After a moment of conversation Tarzan asked if he had ever heard
of Nikolas Rokoff or Alexis Paulvitch.

"Very often, indeed, monsieur. Each has a police record, and
while there is nothing charged against them now, we make it a point
to know pretty well where they may be found should the occasion
demand. It is only the same precaution that we take with every
known criminal. Why does monsieur ask?"

"They are known to me," replied Tarzan. "I wish to see Monsieur
Rokoff on a little matter of business. If you can direct me to
his lodgings I shall appreciate it."