escaped. They thought that I would have killed him, but that was farthest from my intentions."
"What would you have done with him, wondrous Princess?"
"That is not for a slave to ask or know," snapped the mistress.
For a time there was silence.
"That is the Princess Janzara speaking," whispered Tarzan to Komodoflorensal. It is the daughter of Elkomoelhago whom you would have captured and made your princess; but you would have had a handful."
"Is she as beautiful as they say?" asked Komodoflorensal.
"She is very beautiful, but she is a devil."
"It would have been my duty to take her," said Komodoflorensal.
Tarzan was silent. A plan was unfolding itself within his mind. The voice from beyond the partition spoke again.
"He was very wonderful," it said. "Much more wonderful than our warriors," and then, after a silence, “You may go, slave, and see to it that I am not disturbed before the Sun stands midway between the Women’s Corridor and the King’s Corridor."
"May your candles burn as deathlessly as your beauty, Princess," said the slave, as she backed across the apartment.
An instant later the three behind the paneling
