Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Height of Civilization
"Goahead,captain,withyourexamination,"saidD’Arnot,"wewilltellyouthestorylater—providedMonsieurTarzanisagreeable."
Tarzannoddedhishead.
"Butyouaremad,mydearD’Arnot,"heinsisted."ThoselittlefingersareburiedonthewestcoastofAfrica."
"Idonotknowastothat,Tarzan,"repliedD’Arnot."Itispossible,butifyouarenotthesonofJohnClaytonthenhowinheaven’snamedidyoucomeintothatGodforsakenjunglewherenowhitemanotherthanJohnClaytonhadeversetfoot?"
"Youforget—Kala,"saidTarzan.
"Idonotevenconsiderher,"repliedD’Arnot.
Thefriendshadwalkedtothebroadwindowoverlookingtheboulevardastheytalked.Forsometimetheystoodtheregazingoutuponthebusythrongbeneath,eachwrappedinhisownthoughts.
"Ittakessometimetocomparefingerprints,"thoughtD’Arnot,turningtolookatthepoliceofficer.
Tohisastonishmenthesawtheofficialleaningbackinhischairhastilyscanningthecontentsofthelittleblackdiary.
D’Arnotcoughed.Thepolicemanlookedup,and,catchinghiseye,raisedhisfingertoadmonishsilence.D’Arnotturnedbacktothewindow,andpresentlythepoliceofficerspoke.
"Gentlemen,"hesaid.
Bothturnedtowardhim