"Heaven help me--Heaven pity him! The wretched man whose story you have heard--who dwells a captive under this roof--is my only son, Henry Danton." He covered his face with his hands.

Reginald Stanford sat confounded.
"I never dreamed of this," he said aghast.

"I thought your son was dead!" "They all think so," said the Captain, without looking up; "but you know the truth.

Some day, before long, you shall visit him, when I have prepared him for your coming.

You understand all you heard and saw now ?" "My dear sir!" exclaimed Stanford, grasping the elder man's hand; "forgive me! No matter what I saw, I must have been mad to doubt Kate.
Your secret is as safe with me as with yourself.