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The
answer
to
his
life
's
riddle
lay
in
these
tiny
marks
.
With
tense
nerves
he
sat
leaning
forward
in
his
chair
,
but
suddenly
he
relaxed
and
dropped
back
,
smiling
.
D'Arnot
looked
at
him
in
surprise
.
"
You
forget
that
for
twenty
years
the
dead
body
of
the
child
who
made
those
fingerprints
lay
in
the
cabin
of
his
father
,
and
that
all
my
life
I
have
seen
it
lying
there
,
"
said
Tarzan
bitterly
.
The
policeman
looked
up
in
astonishment
.
"
Go
ahead
,
captain
,
with
your
examination
,
"
said
D'Arnot
,
"
we
will
tell
you
the
story
later
--
provided
Monsieur
Tarzan
is
agreeable
.
"
Tarzan
nodded
his
head
.
"
But
you
are
mad
,
my
dear
D'Arnot
,
"
he
insisted
.
"
Those
little
fingers
are
buried
on
the
west
coast
of
Africa
.
"
"
I
do
not
know
as
to
that
,
Tarzan
,
"
replied
D'Arnot
.
"
It
is
possible
,
but
if
you
are
not
the
son
of
John
Clayton
then
how
in
heaven
's
name
did
you
come
into
that
God
forsaken
jungle
where
no
white
man
other
than
John
Clayton
had
ever
set
foot
?
"
"
You
forget
--
Kala
,
"
said
Tarzan
.
