To his astonishment he saw the official leaning back in his
chair hastily scanning the contents of the little black diary.
D'Arnot coughed. The policeman looked up, and, catching his
eye, raised his finger to admonish silence. D'Arnot turned
back to the window, and presently the police officer spoke.
"Gentlemen," he said.
Both turned toward him.
"There is evidently a great deal at stake which must hinge
to a greater or lesser extent upon the absolute correctness of
this comparison. I therefore ask that you leave the entire
matter in my hands until Monsieur Desquerc, our expert
returns. It will be but a matter of a few days."
"I had hoped to know at once," said D'Arnot. "Monsieur
Tarzan sails for America tomorrow."
"I will promise that you can cable him a report within two
weeks," replied the officer; "but what it will be I dare not say.
There are resemblances, yet--well, we had better leave it for
Monsieur Desquerc to solve."
Chapter 27
The Giant Again
A taxicab drew up before an oldfashioned residence upon
the outskirts of Baltimore.
A man of about forty, well built and with strong, regular
features, stepped out, and paying the chauffeur dismissed him.
A moment later the passenger was entering the library of
the old home.
"Ah, Mr. Canler!" exclaimed an old man, rising to greet him.
"Good evening, my dear Professor," cried the man, extending
a cordial hand.
Pages:
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323
324
325
326
327