Philander.
"Was there anything peculiar about any of those skeletons?"
Mr. Philander eyed Tarzan narrowly.
"Why do you ask?"
"It means a great deal to me to know," replied Tarzan.
"Your answer may clear up a mystery. It can do no worse, at
any rate, than to leave it still a mystery. I have been
entertaining a theory concerning those skeletons for the past
two months, and I want you to answer my question to the best of
your knowledge--were the three skeletons you buried all
human skeletons?"
"No," said Mr. Philander, "the smallest one, the one found
in the crib, was the skeleton of an anthropoid ape."
"Thank you," said Tarzan.
In the car ahead, Jane was thinking fast and furiously. She
had felt the purpose for which Tarzan had asked a few words
with her, and she knew that she must be prepared to give
him an answer in the very near future.
He was not the sort of person one could put off, and somehow
that very thought made her wonder if she did not really
fear him.
And could she love where she feared?
She realized the spell that had been upon her in the depths
of that far-off jungle, but there was no spell of enchantment
now in prosaic Wisconsin.
Nor did the immaculate young Frenchman appeal to the
primal woman in her, as had the stalwart forest god.
Did she love him? She did not know--now.
She glanced at Clayton out of the corner of her eye.
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