"There is little to tell," replied the ape-man, rising. "A man came to my room to kill me, but I killed him instead."
"How did he enter your room?" demanded Nemone. "Where was Gemnon? Did he admit the fellow?"
"Of course not," replied Tarzan. "Gemnon was asleep in his own room; the man who would have killed me was lowered from the window of the apartment above mine and entered through my window; there was a long rope tied about his body."
"How did you know he came to kill you? Did he attack you?"
"Valthor, the Athnean, was sleeping in my bed; I was sleeping on the floor. The man did not see me, for the room was dark. He went to the bed where he thought I was sleeping. I awoke as he stood over Valthor, his sword raised in his hand ready to strike. Then I killed him and threw his body out of the window."
"Did you recognize him? Had you ever seen him before?" asked the Queen.
"I did not recognize him."
There was a noise at the entrance to the audience chamber that caused Nemone to glance up. Four slaves bore a stretcher into the room and laid it at the foot of the throne; on it was the corpse of a man.
"Is this the fellow who attempted your life?" demanded Nemone.
"It is," replied Tarzan.