absolute correctness of this comparison. I
therefore ask that you leave the entire matter in my hands until
Monsieur Desquerc, our expert returns. It will be but a matter of a
few days."

"I had hoped to know at once," said D'Arnot. "Monsieur Tarzan sails
for America tomorrow."

"I will promise that you can cable him a report within two weeks,"
replied the officer; "but what it will be I dare not say. There are
resemblances, yet--well, we had better leave it for Monsieur Desquerc
to solve."

Chapter XXVII

The Giant Again

A taxicab drew up before an oldfashioned residence upon the outskirts
of Baltimore.

A man of about forty, well built and with strong, regular features,
stepped out, and paying the chauffeur dismissed him.

A moment later the passenger was entering the library of the old home.

"Ah, Mr. Canler!" exclaimed an old man, rising to greet him.

"Good evening, my dear Professor," cried the man, extending a cordial
hand.

"Who admitted you?" asked the professor.

"Esmeralda."

"Then she will acquaint Jane with the fact that you are here," said the
old man.

"No, Professor," replied Canler, "for I came primarily to see you."

"Ah, I am honored," said Professor Porter.

"Professor," continued Robert Canler, with great deliberation, as
though carefully weighing his words, "I have come this evening to speak
with you about Jane."

"You know my aspirations, and you have been generous enough to approve
my suit."

Professor Archimedes Q. Porter fidgeted in his armchair. The subject
always made him uncomfortable. He could not understand why. Canler
was a splendid match.

"But Jane," continued Canler, "I cannot understand her. She puts me
off first on one ground and then another. I have always the feeling
that she breathes a sigh of relief every time I bid her good-by."

"Tut, tut," said Professor Porter. "Tut, tut, Mr. Canler. Jane is a
most obedient daughter. She will do precisely as I tell her."

"Then I can still count on your support?" asked Canler, a tone of
relief marking his voice.

"Certainly, sir; certainly, sir," exclaimed Professor Porter. "How
could you doubt it?"

"There is young Clayton, you know," suggested Canler. "He has been
hanging about for months. I don't know that Jane cares for him; but
beside his title they say he has inherited a very considerable estate
from his father, and it might not be strange,--if he finally won her,
unless--" and Canl