"I parted from the ship and after a three days' chase was overhauled by
the British cruisers and captured. I was forced to join her navy to save
my life, and served Great Britain until I deserted during the siege of
Mariana. I have never heard of my brother-in-law, my wife or
child since."
Captain Lane prided himself on being able to control his feelings under
all circumstances; but it required no little effort for him to do so
now. After a few moments, he asked:
"What was the name of your brother-in-law's ship?"
"_Morgianna_!"
Captain Lane did not start, for he expected this.
"Was he a free mason?"
"Yes, sir."
"Can you describe how he looked then?"
"He was about thirty-five years of age, a little above middle height,
with a broad forehead, over which fine brown hair fell in careless
folds; he wore his beard and mustache long, the beard extending in a
point two or three inches below the throat. His eyes were brown, large
and full of expression while in conversation. He was brave, noble, and
all that goes to make up a grand man."
"And your wife, can you describe her?"
"She was an exact counterpart of your daughter."
Captain Lane rose and with considerable emotion grasped the hand of St.
Mark, and said:
"My daughter is your daughter."
Then came the serious task of breaking the intelligence to Morgianna.
It was done deliberately and quietly, without any sensational scene.
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