THE RETURN OF TARZAN
"Jean!" she cried. "What are you doing here? Who admitted you? What does it mean?"
Tarzan was thunderstruck, but in an instant he realized a part of the truth.
"Then you did not send for me, Olga?"
"Send for you at this time of night? Mon Dieu! Jean, do you think that I am quite mad?"
"François telephoned me to come at once; that you were in trouble and wanted me."
"François? Who in the world is François?"
"He said that he was in your service. He spoke as though I should recall the fact."
"There is no one by that name in my employ. Some one has played a joke upon you, Jean," and Olga laughed.
"I fear that it may be a most sinister 'joke,' Olga," he replied. "There is more back of it than humor."
"What do you mean? You do not think that—"
"Where is the count?" he interrupted.
"At the German ambassador's."
"This is another move by your estimable brother. Tomorrow the count will hear of it. He will question the servants. Everything will point to—to what Rokoff wishes the count to think."
"The scoundrel!" cried Olga. She had arisen, and come close to Tarzan, where she stood looking up into his face. She was very frightened. In her eyes was an expression that the hunter sees in those of a poor, terrified doe—puzzled—questioning. She trembled,
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