"Where and when may I meet you?" asked Tarzan.

The other gave the name and location of a public-house on thewater-front at Dover--a place frequented by sailors.

"Come," he concluded, "about ten o'clock tonight. It would dono good to arrive earlier. Your son will be safe enough in themeantime, and I can then lead you secretly to where he is hidden.But be sure to come alone, and under no circumstances notify ScotlandYard, for I know you well and shall be watching for you.

"Should any other accompany you, or should I see suspicious characterswho might be agents of the police, I shall not meet you, and yourlast chance of recovering your son will be gone."

Without more words the man rang off.

Tarzan repeated the gist of the conversation to his wife. Shebegged to be allowed to accompany him, but he insisted that itmight result in the man's carrying out his threat of refusing toaid them if Tarzan did not come alone, and so they parted, he tohasten to Dover, and she, ostensibly to wait at home until he shouldnotify her of the outcome of his mission.

Little did either dream of what both were destined to pass throughbefore they should meet again, or the far-distant--but why anticipate?

For ten minutes after the ape-man had left her Henrietta Clayton stroderestlessly back and forth across the silken rugs of the library.Her mother heart ached, bereft of its firstborn. Her mind was inan anguish of hopes and fears.