READ THE NOVEL- Chapters 1-31 - ERBzine

Tarzan on Mars
As Jason Gridley looked up to stare at Tarzan, the latter
gestured at the other piece of paper.
"There's a note from Jules Carter—to you. Read that," he
said, almost without expression, yet with the suggestion of an
emotion which was too great to be expressed.
Gridley picked up the note and read it aloud, since it had
that characteristic about it which is typical of men who would
rather think than make speeches. It was short and to the
point:
Dear Gridley:
John Carter left me a sufficient compilation of
Barsoomian hieroglyphics to identify the
diadem's inscription unmistakably. Morphology
checks with earliest classical for of the
language—extreme antiquity. Deciphered as:
tekonossul Issus.. Translation: Great Star of
Issus...
For some moments after he had read this, Gridley
continued to stare at the note. His mind was racing far ahead,
already dismissing the seeming miracle of so fortunate and
complete an identification of the mysterious jewel from Opar,
subordinating the wonder of it to the importance of its
application.
"The—tenth Barsoomian ray." he mused. Then he looked
up. "Now, my friend, how can we tie all this in with the
disappearance of your wife and of La, High Priestess of the
Flaming God?"
Tarzan rose and began pacing the carpeted floor like a
caged lion, fascinating the eye with his swift, silent movement.
"I am not myself tonight," he said, then corrected
himself, with a faint, cold smile. "Or perhaps I am too much
myself! Words are not with me—"
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