The Return of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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departure, she
found herself face to face with Nikolas Rokoff.

"How long have you been here?" she cried, shrinking away from him.

"Since before your lover came," he answered, with a nasty leer.

"Stop!" she commanded. "How dare you say such a thing to me--your

"Well, my dear Olga, if he is not your lover, accept my apologies; but
it is no fault of yours that he is not. Had he one-tenth the knowledge
of women that I have you would be in his arms this minute. He is a
stupid fool, Olga. Why, your every word and act was an open invitation
to him, and he had not the sense to see it."

The woman put her hands to her ears.

"I will not listen. You are wicked to say such things as that. No
matter what you may threaten me with, you know that I am a good woman.
After tonight you will not dare to annoy me, for I shall tell Raoul
all. He will understand, and then, Monsieur Nikolas, beware!"

"You shall tell him nothing," said Rokoff. "I have this affair now,
and with the help of one of your servants whom I may trust it will lack
nothing in the telling when the time comes that the details of the
sworn evidence shall be poured into your husband's ears. The other
affair served its purpose well--we now have something tangible to work
on, Olga. A real AFFAIR--and you a trusted wife. Shame, Olga," and
the brute laughed.

So the countess told her count nothing, and matters were worse than
they had been. From a vague fear her mind was transferred to a very
tangible one. It may be, too, that conscience helped to enlarge it out
of all proportion.

Chapter 5

The Plot That Failed

For a month Tarzan was a regular and very welcome devotee at the shrine
of the beautiful Countess de Coude. Often he met other members of the
select little coterie that dropped in for tea of an afternoon. More
often Olga found devices that would give her an hour of Tarzan alone.

For a time she had been frightened by what Nikolas had insinuated. She
had not thought of this big, young man as anything more than friend,
but with the suggestion implanted by the evil words of her brother she
had grown to speculate much upon the strange force which seemed to
attract her toward the gray-eyed stranger. She did not wish to love
him, nor did she wish

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