the woman of a panther she had
seen at the zoo. Now a wrist-bone snapped in his iron grip, now a
shoulder was wrenched from its socket as he forced a victim's arm
backward and upward.

With shrieks of pain the men escaped into the hallway as quickly as
they could; but even before the first one staggered, bleeding and
broken, from the room, Rokoff had seen enough to convince him that
Tarzan would not be the one to lie dead in that house this night, and
so the Russian had hastened to a nearby den and telephoned the police
that a man was committing murder on the third floor of Rue Maule, 27.
When the officers arrived they found three men groaning on the floor, a
frightened woman lying upon a filthy bed, her face buried in her arms,
and what appeared to be a well-dressed young gentleman standing in the
center of the room awaiting the reenforcements which he had thought the
footsteps of the officers hurrying up the stairway had announced--but
they were mistaken in the last; it was a wild beast that looked upon
them through those narrowed lids and steel-gray eyes. With the smell
of blood the last vestige of civilization had deserted Tarzan, and now
he stood at bay, like a lion surrounded by hunters, awaiting the next
overt act, and crouching to charge its author.

"What has happened here?" asked one of the policemen.

Tarzan explained briefly, but when he turned to the woman for
confirmation of his statement he was appalled by her reply.

"He lies!" she screamed shrilly, addressing the policeman. "He came to
my room while I was alone, and for no good purpose. When I repulsed
him he would have killed me had not my screams attracted these
gentlemen, who were passing the house at the time. He is a devil,
monsieurs; alone he has all but killed ten men with his bare hands and
his teeth."

So shocked was Tarzan by her ingratitude that for a moment he was
struck dumb. The police were inclined to be a little skeptical, for
they had had other dealings with this same lady and her lovely coterie
of gentlemen friends. However, they were policemen, not judges, so
they decided to place all the inmates of the room under arrest, and let
another, whose business it was, separate the innocent from the guilty.

But they found that it was one thing to tell this well-dressed young
man that he was under arrest, but quite another to enforce it.

"I am guilty of no offense," he said quietly. "I have but sought to
defend myself. I do