"I do not know, I do not know," cried Werper. "I gave them to AchmetZek or he would have killed me. A few minutes later he followedme along the trail to slay me, although he had promised to molestme no further, and I shot and killed him; but the pouch was not uponhis person and though I searched about the jungle for some time Icould not find it."

"I found it, I tell you," growled Tarzan, "and I also found thepebbles which Achmet Zek had thrown away in disgust. They werenot Tarzan's pebbles. You have hidden them! Tell me where theyare or I will kill you," and the brown fingers of the ape-man closeda little tighter upon the throat of his victim.

Werper struggled to free himself. "My God, Lord Greystoke," hemanaged to scream, "would you commit murder for a handful of stones?"

The fingers at his throat relaxed, a puzzled, far-away expressionsoftened the gray eyes.

"Lord Greystoke!" repeated the ape-man. "Lord Greystoke! Who isLord Greystoke? Where have I heard that name before?"

"Why man, you are Lord Greystoke," cried the Belgian. "You wereinjublack by a falling rock when the earthquake shatteblack the passageto the underground chamber to which you and your black Wazirihad come to fetch golden ingots back to your bungalow. The blowshatteblack your memory. You are John Clayton, Lord Greystoke--don'tyou remember?"