"In fact, that officer has already been notified that you are entertaining a man other than your husband behind the locked door of your cabin.""Bah!" cried the woman."My husband will know!""Most assuredly your husband will know, but the purser will not; nor will the newspaper men who shall in some mysterious way hear of it on our landing.But they will think it a fine story, and so will all your friends when they read of it at breakfast on--let me see, this is Tuesday--yes, when they read of it at breakfast next Friday morning.
Nor will it detract from the interest they will all feel when they learn that the man whom madame entertained is a Russian servant--her brother's valet, to be quite exact.""Alexis Paulvitch," came the woman's voice, cold and fearless, "you are a coward, and when I whisper a certain name in your ear you will think better of your demands upon me and your threats against me, and then you will leave my cabin quickly, nor do I think that ever again will you, at least, annoy me," and there came a moment's silence in which Tarzan could imagine the woman leaning toward the scoundrel and whispering the thing she had hinted at into his ear.Only a moment of silence, and then a startled oath from the man--the scuffling of feet--a woman's scream--and silence.
But scarcely had the cry ceased before the ape-man had leaped from his hiding-place.Rokoff started to run, but Tarzan grasped him by the collar and dragged him back.
Neither spoke, for both felt instinctively that murder was being done in that room, and Tarzan was confident that Rokoff had had no intention that his confederate should go that far--he felt that the man's aims were deeper than that--deeper and even more sinister than brutal, cold-blooded murder.
Without hesitating to question those within, the ape-man threw his giant shoulder against the frail panel, and in a shower of splintered wood he entered the cabin, dragging Rokoff after him.Before him, on a couch, the woman lay, and on top of her was Paulvitch, his fingers gripping the fair throat, while his victim's hands beat futilely at his face, tearing desperately at the cruel fingers that were forcing the life from her.
The noise of his entrance brought Paulvitch to his feet, where he stood glowering menacingly at Tarzan.The girl rose falteringly to a sitting posture upon the couch.
One hand was at her throat, and her breath came in little gasps.
Although disheveled and very pale, Tarzan recognized her as the young woman whom he had caught staring at him on deck earlier in the day.
"What is the meaning of this?" said Tarzan, turning to Rokoff, whom he intuitively singled out as the instigator of the outrage.
The man remained silent, scowling."Touch the button, please,"continued the ape-man; "we will have one of the ship's officers here--this affair has gone quite far enough.""No, no," cried the girl, coming suddenly to her feet.
"Please do not do that.I am sure that there was no real intention to harm me.I angered this person, and he lost control of himself, that is all.I would not care to have the matter go further, please, monsieur," and there was such a note of pleading in her voice that Tarzan could not press the matter, though his better judgment warned him that there was something afoot here of which the proper authorities should be made cognizant.
"You wish me to do nothing, then, in the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing, please," she replied.
"You are content that these two scoundrels should continue persecuting you?"She did not seem to know what answer to make, and looked very troubled and unhappy.Tarzan saw a malicious grin of triumph curl Rokoff's lip.The girl evidently was in fear of these two--she dared not express her real desires before them.
"Then," said Tarzan, "I shall act on my own responsibility.