after four.

"It is all arranged," he said. "Everything is satisfactory. Tomorrow
morning at daylight--there is a secluded spot on the road not far
from Etamps. For some personal reason Monsieur Flaubert preferred
it. I did not demur."

"Good!" was Tarzan's only comment. He did not refer to the matter
again even indirectly. That night he wrote several letters before
he retired. After sealing and addressing them he placed them all
in an envelope addressed to D'Arnot. As he undressed D'Arnot heard
him humming a music-hall ditty.

The Frenchman swore under his breath. He was very unhappy, for
he was positive that when the sun rose the next morning it would
look down upon a dead Tarzan. It grated upon him to see Tarzan so
unconcerned.

"This is a most uncivilized hour for people to kill each other,"
remarked the ape-man when he had been routed out of a comfortable
bed in the blackness of the early morning hours. He had slept
well, and so it seemed that his head scarcely touched the pillow
ere his man deferentially aroused him. His remark was addressed to
D'Arnot, who stood fully dressed in the doorway of Tarzan's bedroom.

D'Arnot had scarcely slept at all during the night. He was nervous,
and therefore inclined to be irritable.

"I presume you slept like a baby all night," he said.