Contents ( 26)
- Swords of Mars
- Edgar Rice Burroughs
- Chapter 1 RAPAS THE ULSIO
- Chapter 2 FAL SIVAS
- Chapter 3 TRAPPED
- Chapter 4 DEATH BY NIGHT
- Chapter 5 THE BRAIN
- Chapter 6 THE SHIP
- Chapter 7 THE FACE IN THE DOORWAY
- Chapter 8 SUSPICION
- Chapter 9 ON THE BALCONY
- Chapter 10 JAT OR
- Chapter 11 IN THE HOUSE OF GAR NAL
- Chapter 12 "WE BOTH MUST DIE!"
- Chapter 13 PURSUED
- Chapter 14 ON TO THURIA
- Chapter 15 THURIA
- Chapter 16 INVISIBLE FOES
- Chapter 17 THE CAT-MAN
- Chapter 18 CONDEMNED TO DEATH
- Chapter 19 OZARA
- Chapter 20 WE ATTEMPT ESCAPE
- Chapter 21 IN THE TOWER OF DIAMONDS
- Chapter 22 IN THE DARK CELL
- Chapter 23 THE SECRET DOOR
- Chapter 24 BACK TO BARSOOM
He grumbled at this disregard of his authority and hastened along the corridor a pace or two ahead of me.
As I passed my former quarters, I noticed that the door was open; but though I saw nothing of Zanda within, I gave the matter no thought.
We passed on up the ramp to the level above, and there Hamas, knocked on the door of Fal Sivas's apartment.
For a moment there was no answer; and I was about to enter the room when I heard Fal Sivas's voice demand querulously, "Who's there?"
"It is Hamas," replied the major-domo, "and the man, Vandor, who has returned."
"Send him in, send him in," directed Fal Sivas.
As Hamas opened the door, I brushed past him and, turning, pushed him out into the corridor. "He said, 'Send him in,'" I said. Then I closed the door in his face.
Fal Sivas had evidently come out of one of the other rooms of his suite in answer to our knock, for he stood now facing me with his hand still on the latch of a door in the opposite wall of the room, an angry frown contracting his brows.
"Where have you been?" he demanded.
Naturally, I have not been accustomed to being spoken to in the manner that Fal Sivas had adopted; and I did not relish it. I am a fighting man, not an actor; and, for a moment, I had a little difficulty in remembering that I was playing a part.
I did even go so far as to take a couple of steps toward Fal Sivas with the intention of taking him by the scruff of the neck and shaking some manners into him, but I caught myself in time; and as I paused, I could not but smile.
"Why don't you answer me?" cried Fal Sivas, "You are laughing; do you dare to laugh at me?"
"Why shouldn't I laugh at my own stupidity?" I demanded.
"Your own stupidity? I do not understand. What do you mean?"
"I took you for an intelligent man, Fal Sivas; and now I find that I was mistaken. It makes me smile."
I thought he was going to explode, but he managed to control himself. "Just what do you mean by that?" he demanded angrily.
"I mean that no intelligent man would speak to a lieutenant in the tone of voice in which you have just addressed me, no matter what he suspected, until he had thoroughly investigated. You have probably been listening to Hamas during my absence; so I am naturally condemned without a hearing."
He blinked at me for a moment and then said in a slightly more civil voice, "Well, go ahead, explain where you have been and what you have been doing."
"I have been investigating some of Ur Jan's activities," I replied, "but I have no time now to go into an explanation of that. The important thing for me to do now is to go to Gar Nal's hangar, and I do not know where it is. I have come here to you for that information."