the son of tarzan-第7节
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As was true of the general public； his chief interest in the matter centered about the mysterious disappearance of the slayer。 Or at least this was true until he learned； several days subsequent to the tragedy； that his son Jack had not reported at the public school en route for which they had seen him safely ensconced in a railway carriage。 Even then the father did not connect the disappearance of his son with the mystery surrounding the whereabouts of the ape。 Nor was it until a month later that careful investigation revealed the fact that the boy had left the train before it pulled out of the station at London； and the cab driver had been found who had driven him to the address of the old Russian； that Tarzan of the Apes realized that Akut had in some way been connected with the disappearance of the boy。
Beyond the moment that the cab driver had deposited his fare beside the curb in front of the house in which the Russian had been quartered there was no clue。 No one had seen either the boy or the ape from that instantat least no one who still lived。 The proprietor of the house identified the picture of the lad as that of one who had been a frequent visitor in the room of the old man。 Aside from this he knew nothing。 And there； at the door of a grimy； old building in the slums of London； the searchers came to a blank wallbaffled。
The day following the death of Alexis Paulvitch a youth accompanying his invalid grandmother； boarded a steamer at Dover。 The old lady was heavily veiled； and so weakened by age and sickness that she had to be wheeled aboard the vessel in an invalid chair。
The boy would permit none but himself to wheel her； and with his own hands assisted her from the chair to the interior of their stateroomand that was the last that was seen of the old lady by the ship's company until the pair disembarked。 The boy even insisted upon doing the work of their cabin steward； since； as he explained； his grandmother was suffering from a nervous disposition that made the presence of strangers extremely distasteful to her。
Outside the cabinand none there was aboard who knew what he did in the cabinthe lad was just as any other healthy； normal English boy might have been。 He mingled with his fellow passengers； became a prime favorite with the officers； and struck up numerous friendships among the common sailors。 He was generous and unaffected； yet carried an air of dignity and strength of character that inspired his many new friends with admiration as well as affection for him。
Among the passengers there was an American named Condon； a noted blackleg and crook who was 〃wanted〃 in a half dozen of the larger cities of the United States。 He had paid little attention to the boy until on one occasion he had seen him accidentally display a roll of bank notes。 From then on Condon cultivated the youthful Briton。 He learned； easily； that the boy was traveling alone with his invalid grandmother； and that their destination was a small port on the west coast of Africa； a little below the equator； that their name was Billings； and that they had no friends in the little settlement for which they were bound。 Upon the point of their purpose in visiting the place Condon found the boy reticent； and so he did not push the matterhe had learned all that he cared to know as it was。
Several times Condon attempted to draw the lad into a card game； but his victim was not interested； and the black looks of several of the other men passengers decided the American to find other means of transferring the boy's bank roll to his own pocket。
At last came the day that the steamer dropped anchor in the lee of a wooded promontory where a score or more of sheet… iron shacks making an unsightly blot upon the fair face of nature proclaimed the fact that civilization had set its heel。 Straggling upon the outskirts were the thatched huts of natives； picturesque in their primeval savagery； harmonizing with the background of tropical jungle and accentuating the squalid hideousness of the white man's pioneer architecture。
The boy； leaning over the rail； was looking far beyond the man…made town deep into the God…made jungle。 A little shiver of anticipation tingled his spine； and then； quite without volition； he found himself gazing into the loving eyes of his mother and the strong face of the father which mirrored； beneath its masculine strength； a love no less than the mother's eyes proclaimed。 He felt himself weakening in his resolve。 Nearby one of the ship's officers was shouting orders to a flotilla of native boats that was approaching to lighter the consignment of the steamer's cargo destined for this tiny post。
〃When does the next steamer for England touch here？〃 the boy asked。
〃The Emanuel ought to be along most any time now；〃 replied the officer。 〃I figgered we'd find her here；〃 and he went on with his bellowing remarks to the dusty horde drawing close to the steamer's side。
The task of lowering the boy's grandmother over the side to a waiting canoe was rather difficult。 The lad insisted on being always at her side； and when at last she was safely ensconced in the bottom of the craft that was to bear them shoreward her grandson dropped catlike after her。 So interested was he in seeing her comfortably disposed that he failed to notice the little package that had worked from his pocket as he assisted in lowering the sling that contained the old woman over the steamer's side； nor did he notice it even as it slipped out entirely and dropped into the sea。
Scarcely had the boat containing the boy and the old woman started for the shore than Condon hailed a canoe upon the other side of the ship； and after bargaining with its owner finally lowered his baggage and himself aboard。 Once ashore he kept out of sight of the two…story atrocity that bore the legend 〃Hotel〃 to lure unsuspecting wayfarers to its multitudinous discomforts。 It was quite dark before he ventured to enter and arrange for accommodations。
In a back room upon the second floor the lad was explaining； not without considerable difficulty； to his grandmother that he had decided to return to England upon the next steamer。 He was endeavoring to make it plain to the old lady that she might remain in Africa if she wished but that for his part his conscience demanded that he return to his father and mother； who doubtless were even now suffering untold sorrow because of his absence； from which it may be assumed that his parents had not been acquainted with the plans that he and the old lady had made for their adventure into African wilds。
Having come to a decision the lad felt a sense of relief from the worry that had haunted him for many sleepless nights。 When he closed his eyes in sleep it was to dream of a happy reunion with those at home。 And as he dreamed； Fate； cruel and inexorable； crept stealthily upon him through the dark corridor of the squalid building in which he sleptFate in the form of the American crook； Condon。
Cautiously the man approached the door of the lad's room。 There he crouched listening until assured by the regular breathing of those within that both slept。 Quietly he inserted a slim； skeleton key in the lock of the door。 With deft fingers； long accustomed to the silent manipulation of the bars and bolts that guarded other men's property； Condon turned the key and the knob simultaneously。 Gentle pressure upon the door swung it slowly inward upon its hinges。 The man entered the room； closing the door behind him。 The moon was temporarily overcast by heavy clouds。 The interior of the apartment was shrouded in gloom。 Condon groped his way toward the bed。 In the far corner of the room something movedmoved with a silent stealthiness which transcended even the trained silence of the burglar。 Condon heard nothing。 His attention was riveted upon the bed in which he thought to find a young boy and his helpless； invalid grandmother。
The American sought only the bank roll。 If he could possess himself of this without detection； well and good； but were he to meet resistance he was prepared for that too。 The lad's clothes lay across a chair beside the bed。 The American's fingers felt swiftly through themthe pockets contained no roll of crisp； new notes。 Doubtless they were beneath the pillows of the bed。 He stepped closer toward the sleeper； his hand was already half way beneath the pillow when the thick cloud that had obscured the moon rolled aside and the room was flooded with light。 At the same instant the boy opened his eyes and looked straight into those of Condon。 The man was suddenly conscious that the boy was alone in the bed。 Then he clutched for his victim's throat。 As the lad rose to meet him Condon heard a low growl at his back； then he felt his wrists seized by the boy； and realized that beneath those tapering； white fingers played muscles of steel。
He felt other hands at his throat； rough hairy hands that reached over his shoulders from behind。 He cast a terrified glance backward； and the hairs of his head stiffened at the sight his eyes revealed； for grasping him from the rear was a huge； man…like ape。 The bared fighting fangs of the anthropoid were close to his throat。 The lad pinioned his wrists。
