Desmond took the chair set for him. The guests were five. Two of them wore the laced coats of admirals; the taller, a man of handsome presence, with a round chubby face, large eyes, small full lips, his head crowned by a neat curled wig, was Charles Watson, in command of the British fleet; the other was his second, Rear-Admiral Pocock. A third was Richard King, captain of an Indiaman, in a blue coat with velvet lappets and gold embroidery, buff waistcoat and breeches. Next him sat a jolly red-faced gentleman in plain attire, and between him and the Governor was Clive himself, whose striking face--the lawyer’s brow, the warrior’s nose and chin, the dreamer’s mouth--would have marked him out in any company. Desmond began his story. The barefooted attendants moved quietly about with the dishes, but the food was almost neglected as the six gentlemen listened to the clear, low voice telling of the escape from the fort, the capture of the grab, and the eventful voyage to Bombay harbour. "By George! ’tis a famous adventure," exclaimed Admiral Watson, when the story was ended. "What about this Pirate’s den? Gheria fort is said to be impregnable; what are the chances if we attack, eh? The approaches to the harbour, now; do you know the depth of water?" "Vessels can stand in to three fathoms water, sir. Seven fathoms is within point-blank shot of the fort. The walls are about fifty feet high; there are twenty-seven bastions, and they mount more than two hundred guns." "And the opposite shore?" "A flat tableland, within distance for bombarding. A diversion might be made from there while the principal attack could be carried on in the harbour, or from a hill south of the fort." "Is the landing easy?" "Yes, sir. There are three sandy bays under the hill, without any surf to make landing difficult. One is out of the line of fire from the fort." "And what about the land side? There’s a town, is there not?" "On a neck of land, sir. There’s a wall, but nothing to keep out a considerable force. If an attack were made from that side the people would, I think, flock into the fort." "And is that as strong as rumour says?" "’Tis pretty strong, sir; there are double walls, and thick ones; they’d stand a good battering." "It seems to me, Admiral," said the red-faced gentleman, with a laugh, "that you’ve learnt all you sent Commodore James to find out. What do you say, Mr. Clive?" "It seems so, Mr. Merriman. But I think, Mr. Watson, in our eagerness to learn something of Gheria, we must seem somewhat cavalier to this lad, whose interest in our plans cannot be equal to our own. You have shown, sir," he added, addressing Desmond, "great spirit and courage, not less ingenuity, in your daring escape from the Pirate. But I want to go farther back. How came you to fall into the Pirate’s hands? You have told us only part of your story."