ing his way out from the center of the jam explained that those in front had halted to view the remains of two slaves who had been killed while trying to escape.
"They were locked in one of Zoanthrohago’s slave cells at the very highest level," he told his questioner, "and they tried to escape by climbing down an improvised ladder into the central shaft. Their ladder broke and they were precipitated to the roof of the throne room, where their bodies, terribly mangled, were but just found. They are being carried out to the beasts, now. One of them was a great loss to Zoanthrohago as it was the slave Zuanthrol, upon whom he was experimenting."
"Ah," exclaimed a listener, "I saw them but yesterday."
"You would not know them today," vouchsafed the informer, "so terribly are their faces disfigured."
When the press of humanity had been relieved Tarzan and Komodoflorensal continued their way, finding that the Slaves’ Corridor lay just before them, and that it was down this avenue that the bodies of their victims of the previous night were being carried.
"What," asked the ape-man, "did he mean by saying that they were being carried to the beasts?"
"It is the way in which we dispose of the bodies
