en his father, the other
his mother? The little pile of bones in the rude cradle, fashioned with
such loving care by the former Lord Greystoke, meant nothing to
him--that one day that little skull was to help prove his right to a
proud title was as far beyond his ken as the satellites of the suns of
Orion. To Tarzan they were bones--just bones. He did not need them,
for there was no meat left upon them, and they were not in his way, for
he knew no necessity for a bed, and the skeleton upon the floor he
easily could step over.

Today he was restless. He turned the pages first of one book and then
of another. He glanced at pictures which he knew by heart, and tossed
the books aside. He rummaged for the thousandth time in the cupboard.
He took out a bag which contained several small, round pieces of metal.
He had played with them many times in the years gone by; but always he
replaced them carefully in the bag, and the bag in the cupboard, upon
the very shelf where first he had discovered it. In strange ways did
heredity manifest itself in the ape-man. Come of an orderly race, he
himself was orderly without knowing why. The apes dropped things
wherever their interest in them waned--in the tall grass or from the
high-flung branches of the trees. What they dropped they sometimes
found again, by accident; but not so the ways of Tarzan. For his few
belongings he had a place and scrupulously he returned each thing to
its proper place when he was done with it. The round pieces of metal
in the little bag always interested him. Raised pictures were upon
either side, the meaning of which he did not quite understand. The
pieces were bright and shiny. It amused him to arrange them in various
figures upon the table. Hundreds of times had he played thus. Today,
while so engaged, he dropped a lovely yellow piece--an English
sovereign--which rolled beneath the bed where lay all that was mortal
of the once beautiful Lady Alice.

True to form, Tarzan at once dropped to his hands and knees and
searched beneath the bed for the lost gold piece. Strange as it might
appear, he had never before looked beneath the bed. He found the gold
piece, and something else he found, too--a small wooden box with a
loose cover. Bringing them both out he returned the sovereign to its
bag and the bag to its shelf within the cupboard; then he investigated
the box. It contained a quantity of cylindrical bits of metal,
cone-shaped at one end a