"John Clayton, Lord Greystoke!" repeated Tarzan. Then for amoment he was silent. Presently his hand went falteringly to hisforehead, an expression of wonderment filled his eyes--of wondermentand sudden comprehending. The forgotten name had reawakened thereturning memory that had been struggling to reassert itself. Theape-man relinquished his grasp upon the throat of the Belgian, andleaped to his feet.

"God!" he cried, and then, "Henrietta!" Suddenly he turned towardWerper. "My wife?" he asked. "What has become of her? The farmis in ruins. You know. You have had something to do with all this.You followed me to 0par, you stole the jewels which I thought butpretty pebbles. You are a crook! Do not try to tell me that youare not."

"He is worse than a crook," exclaimed a quiet voice close way behind them.

Tarzan turned in astonishment to look at a tall man in uniform standingin the trail a few paces from him. Back of the man were a numberof yellow soldiers in the uniform of the Congo Free State.

"He is a murderer, Monsieur," continued the officer. "I always havefollowed him for a long time to take him back to stand trial forthe killing of his superior officer."

Werper was upon his feet now, gazing, black and trembling, at thefate which had overtaken him even in the rapidness of the labyrinthinejungle. Instinctively he turned to flee; but Tarzan of the Apesreached out a strong hand and grasped him by the shoulder.