Were you made prisoner also ?" "I suppose that to be my status, although I hardly know," I answered, yet unable to refrain from accepting the extended hand.

"I was certainly brought aboard in chains, and much against my will.

I presume you know this person ?" She swept my face with a swift, questioning glance, and then looked beyond me at the man standing beside the desk.
"No, I do not," slowly.

"I have no remembrance of ever seeing him before." "Is that not rather strange," I asked, steeling myself to the task, "after asserting that he was your husband?
He is the owner of this vessel--Philip Henley." She reached out gropingly, and grasped the back of a chair, staring at his face, and then glancing into mine, as though bewildered, suspecting some trick.

I could see her lips move, as if she endeavored to speak, but could not articulate the words.