As he reached it someone laid a hand upon the latch from the opposite side and attempted to open the door, which was locked.
“Kalfastoban!” cried a voice from the gallery beyond. “Let us in! The slaves went not this way. Come, open quickly!”
Tarzan of the Apes glanced quickly about. Upon his face was a half-snarl, for once again was he the cornered beast. He measured the distance from the floor to the trap in the ceiling, and then with a little run he sprang lightly upward. He had forgotten to what extent the reduction of his weight had affected his agility. He had hoped to reach a handhold upon the upper edge of the opening, but instead he shot entirely through it, alighting upon his feet in a dark chamber. Turning he looked down at his friends below. Consternation was writ large upon the countenance of each; but at that he could not wonder. He was almost as much surprised himself.
“Is it too far for you to jump?” he asked.
“Too far!” they replied.
He swung, then, head downward through the opening, catching the edge of the trap in the hollow of his knees. At the gallery door the knocking was becoming insistent and now at that leading into the quarters of Hamadalban a man’s voice had supplanted that of the woman. The fellow was demanding entrance, angrily.
“Open!” he shouted. “In the name of the king, open!”
“Open yourself!” shouted the fellow who had been hammering at the opposite door, thinking that the demand to open came from the interior of the chamber to which he sought admission.
“How can I open?” screamed back the other. “The door is locked upon your side!”
“It is not locked upon my side. It is locked upon yours,” cried the other, angrily.
“You lie!” shouted he who sought entrance from Hamadalban’s quarters, “and you will pay well when this is reported to the king.”
Tarzan swung, head downward, into the chamber, his hands extended toward his companions. “Lift Talaskar to me,” he directed Komodoflorensal, and as the other did so he grasped the girl’s wrists and raised her as far as he could until she could seize upon a part of his leather harness and support herself alone without falling. Then he took another hold upon her, lower down, and lifted still higher, and in this way she managed to clamber into the chamber above.
The angry warriors at the two doors were now evidently engaged in an attempt to batter their way into the chamber. Heavy blows were falling upon the substantial panels that threatened to splinter them at any moment.
“Fill your pouch with candles, Komodoflorensal,” said Tarzan, “and then jump for my hands.”
“I took all the candles I could carry while we were in the storeroom,” replied the other. “Brace yourself! I am going to jump.”
A panel splintered and bits of wood flew to the center of the floor from the door at the gallery just as Tarzan seized the outstretched hands of Komodoflorensal, and an instant later, as both men kneeled in the darkness of the loft and looked down into the chamber below the opposite door flew open and the ten warriors who composed the ental burst in at the heels of their Vental.
For an instant they looked about in blank surprise and then their attention was attracted by the pounding upon the other door. A smile crossed the face of the Vental as he stepped quickly to the gallery door and unlocked it. Angry warriors rushed in upon him, but when he had explained the misapprehension under which both parties had been striving for entrance to the chamber they all joined in the laughter, albeit a trifle shamefacedly.
“But who was in here?” demanded the Vental who had brought the soldiers from the quarry.
“Kalfastoban and the green slave Caraftap,” proffered a woman belonging to Hamadalban.
“They must be hiding,” said a warrior.
“Search the quarters!” commanded the Vental.
“It will not take long to find one,” said another warrior, pointing at the floor just inside the storeroom doorway.
The others looked and there they saw a human hand resting upon the floor. The fingers seemed frozen into the semblance of clutching claws. Mutely they proclaimed death. One of the warriors stepped quickly to the storeroom, opened the door and dragged forth the body of Caraftap, to which the head was clinging by a shred of flesh. Even the warriors stepped back, aghast. They looked quickly around the chamber.
“Both doors were barred upon the inside,” said the Vental. “Whatever did this must still be here.”
“It could have been nothing human,” whispered a woman who had followed them from the adjoining quarters.
“Search carefully,” said the Vental, and as he was a brave man, he went first into one chamber and then another. In the last one they found Kalfastoban, run through the heart.
“It is time we got out of here if there is any way out,” whispered Tarzan to Komodoflorensal. “One of them will espy this hole directly.”
Very cautiously the two men felt their way in opposite direction around the walls of the dark, stuffy loft. Deep dust, the dust of ages, rose about them, chokingly, evidencing the fact that the room had not been used for years, perhaps for ages. Presently Komodoflorensal heard a “H-s-s-t!” from the ape-man who called them to him. “Come here, both of you. I have found something.”
“What have you found?” asked Talaskar, coming close.
“An opening near the bottom of the wall,” replied Tarzan. “It is large enough for a man to crawl through. Think you, Komodoflorensal, that it would be safe to light a candle.”
“No, not now,” replied the prince.
“I will go without it, then,” announced the ape-man, “for we must see where this tunnel leads, if anywhere.”
He dropped upon his hands and knees, then, and Talaskar, who had been standing next him, felt him move away. She could not see him—it was too dark in the gloomy loft.
The two waited, but Zuanthrol did not return. They heard voices in the room below.
