"Now, I have been thinking about something since Mr. Wentworth went away.
I am really very sorry for him. I am more sorry than I can tell."
"Then," said Kenyon eagerly, "won"t you----"
"No, I won"t, so we needn"t recur to that phase of the subject. That is what I am here for, and, no matter what you say, the despatch is going to be sent. Now, it is better to understand that at the first, and then it will create no trouble afterwards. Don"t you think that is the best?"
"Probably," answered the wretched man.
"Well, then, let us start there. I will say in the cablegram that the information comes from neither Mr. Kenyon nor Mr. Wentworth."
"Yes, but that wouldn"t be true."
"Why, of course it wouldn"t be true; but that doesn"t matter, does it?"
"Well, on our side of the water," said Kenyon, "we think the truth does matter."
Miss Brewster laughed heartily.
"Dear me!" she said, "what little tact you have! How does it concern you whether it is true or not? If there is any falsehood, it is not you who tell it, so you are free from all blame. Indeed, you are free from all blame anyhow, in this affair; it is all your friend Wentworth"s fault; but still, if it hadn"t been Wentworth, it would have been you."
Kenyon looked up at her incredulously.
"Oh yes, it would," she said, nodding confidently at him. "You must not flatter yourself, because Mr. Wentworth told me everything about it, that you wouldn"t have done just the same, if I had had to find it out from you. All men are pretty much alike where women are concerned."
"Can I say nothing to you, Miss Brewster, which will keep you from sending the message to America?"
"You cannot, Mr. Kenyon. I thought we had settled that at the beginning.
I see there is no use talking to you. I will return to my book, which is very interesting. Good-morning, Mr. Kenyon."
Kenyon felt the hopelessness of his project quite as much as Wentworth had done, and, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets, he wandered disconsolately up and down the deck.
As he went to the other side of the deck, he met Miss Longworth walking alone. She smiled a cordial welcome to him, so he turned and changed his step to suit hers.
"May I walk with you a few minutes?" he said.
"Of course you may," was the reply, "What is the matter? You are looking very unhappy."
"My comrade and myself are in great trouble, and I thought I should like to talk with you about it."
"I am sure if there is anything I can do to help you, I shall be most glad to do it."
"Perhaps you may suggest something. You see, two men dealing with one woman are perfectly helpless."
"Ah, who is the one woman--not I, is it?"
"No, not you, Miss Longworth. I wish it were, then we would have no trouble."
"Oh, thank you!"
"You see, it is like this: When we were in Quebec--I think I told you about that--the _New York Argus_ sent a man to find out what we had reported, or were going to report, to the London Syndicate."
"Yes, you told me that."
"Rivers was his name. Well, this same paper, finding that Rivers had failed after having stolen the doc.u.ments, has tried a much more subtle scheme, which promises to be successful. They have put on board this ship a young woman who has gained a reputation for learning secrets not intended for the public. This young woman is Miss Brewster, who sits next Wentworth at the table. Fate seems to have played right into her hand and placed her beside him. They became acquainted, and, unfortunately, my friend has told her a great deal about the mines, which she professed an interest in. Or, rather, she pretended to have an interest in him, and so he spoke, being, of course, off his guard. There is no more careful fellow in the world than George Wentworth, but a man does not expect that a private conversation with a lady will ever appear in a newspaper."
"Naturally not."
"Very well, that is the state of things. In some manner Wentworth came to know that this young woman was the special correspondent of the _New York Argus_. He spoke to her about it, and she is perfectly frank in saying she is here solely for the purpose of finding out what the reports will be, and that the moment she gets to Queenstown she will cable what she has discovered to New York."
"Dear me! that is very perplexing. What have you done?"
"We have done nothing so far, or rather, I should say, we have tried everything we could think of, and have accomplished nothing. Wentworth has appealed to her, and I made a clumsy attempt at an appeal also, but it was of no use. I feel my own helplessness in this matter, and Wentworth is completely broken down over it."
"Poor fellow! I am sure of that. Let me think a moment."
They walked up and down the deck in silence for a few minutes. Then Miss Longworth looked up at Kenyon, and said;
"Will you place this matter in my hands?"
"Certainly, if you will be so kind as to take any interest in it."
"I take a great deal of interest. Of course, you know my father is deeply concerned in it also, so I am acting in a measure for him."
"Have you any plan?"
"Yes; my plan is simply this: The young woman is working for money; now, if we can offer her more than her paper gives, she will very quickly accept, or I am much mistaken in the kind of woman she is."
"Ah, yes," said Kenyon; "but we haven"t the money, you see."
"Never mind; the money will be quickly forthcoming. Don"t trouble any more about it. I am sure that can be arranged."
Kenyon thanked her, looking his grat.i.tude rather than speaking it, for he was an unready man, and she bade him good-bye until she could think over her plan.
That evening there was a tap at the state-room door of Miss Jennie Brewster.
"Come in," cried the occupant.
Miss Longworth entered, and the occupant of the room looked up, with a frown, from her writing.
"May I have a few moments" conversation with you?" asked the visitor gravely.
CHAPTER X.
Miss Jennie Brewster was very much annoyed at being interrupted, and she took no pains to conceal her feelings. She was writing an article ent.i.tled "How People kill Time on Shipboard," and she did not wish to be disturbed; besides, as she often said of herself, she was not "a woman"s woman," and she neither liked, nor was liked by, her own s.e.x.