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I
silently
assented
with
a
faint
smile
.
"
Perhaps
"
--
he
continued
,
"
as
we
're
so
near
home
,
you
'll
let
me
know
your
name
?
It
's
not
often
we
pick
up
a
man
alive
and
drifting
in
mid-Atlantic
.
"
In
mid-Atlantic
!
What
force
had
flung
me
there
I
dared
not
think
,
...
nor
whether
it
was
hellish
or
divine
.
"
My
name
?
"
I
murmured
,
surprised
into
speech
--
how
odd
it
was
I
had
never
thought
of
myself
lately
as
having
a
name
or
any
other
thing
belonging
to
me
!
--
"
Why
certainly
!
Geoffrey
Tempest
is
my
name
.
"
The
captain
's
eyes
opened
widely
.
"
Geoffrey
Tempest
!
Dear
me
!
...
The
Mr
Tempest
?
--
--
the
great
millionaire
that
was
?
"
It
was
now
my
turn
to
stare
.
"
That
was
?
"
I
repeated
--
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Have
you
not
heard
?
"
he
asked
excitedly
.
"
Heard
?
I
have
heard
nothing
since
I
left
England
some
months
ago
--
with
a
friend
,
on
board
his
yacht
...
we
went
on
a
long
voyage
and
...
a
strange
one
!
We
were
wrecked
,
...
you
know
the
rest
,
and
how
I
owe
my
life
to
your
rescue
.
But
of
news
I
am
ignorant
...
"
