A Woman Intervenes

A Woman Intervenes

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A WOMAN INTERVENES
BY
ROBERT BARR

AUTHOR OF
'IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS,' 'IN A STEAMER CHAIR,' 'FROM
WHOSE BOURNE,', ETC.
WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY HAL HURST
1896
TO
MY FRIEND
HORACE HART

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
'I HAD NO INTENTION OF INSULTING YOU' Frontispiece
WENTWORTH SHOWED HER HOW TO TURN IT ROUND
MISS JENNIE ALLOWED HIM TO ADJUST THE WRAPS
AROUND HER
'OH, YES! YOU WILL STAY,' CRIED THE OTHER
SHE WALKED ALONE UP AND DOWN THE PROMENADE
SHE SPRANG SUDDENLY TO HER FEET
'YOU HAVE A PRODIGIOUS HEAD FOR BUSINESS'
EDITH LONGWORTH HAD SAT DOWN BESIDE HIM

CHAPTER I.

The managing editor of the New York Argus sat at his desk with a deep
frown on his face, looking out from under his shaggy eyebrows at the
young man who had just thrown a huge fur overcoat on the back of one
chair, while he sat down himself on another.
'I got your telegram,' began the editor. 'Am I to understand from it that
you have failed?'
'Yes, sir,' answered the young man, without the slightest hesitation.
'Completely?'
'Utterly.'
'Didn't you even get a synopsis of the documents?'
'Not a hanged synop.'
The editor's frown grew deeper. The ends of his fingers drummed
nervously on the desk.
'You take failure rather jauntily, it strikes me,' he said at last.
'What's the use of taking it any other way? I have the consciousness of
knowing that I did my best.'
'Um, yes. It's a great consolation, no doubt, but it doesn't count in the
newspaper business. What did you do?'
'I received your telegram at Montreal, and at once left for Burnt
Pine--most outlandish spot on earth. I found that Kenyon and
Wentworth were staying at the only hotel in the place. Tried to worm
out of them what their reports were to be. They were very polite, but I
didn't succeed. Then I tried to bribe them, and they ordered me out of
the room.'
'Perhaps you didn't offer them enough.'
'I offered double what the London Syndicate was to pay them for

making the report, taking their own word for the amount. I couldn't
offer more, because at that point they closed the discussion by ordering
me out of the room. I tried to get the papers that night, on the quiet, out
of Wentworth's valise, but was unfortunately interrupted. The young
men were suspicious, and next morning they left for Ottawa to post the
reports, as I gathered afterwards, to England. I succeeded in getting
hold of the reports, but I couldn't hang on. There are too many police in
Ottawa to suit me.'
'Do you mean to tell me,' said the editor, 'that you actually had the
reports in your hands, and that they were taken from you?'
'Certainly I had; and as to their being taken from me, it was either that
or gaol. They don't mince matters in Canada as they do in the United
States, you know.'
'But I should think a man of your shrewdness would have been able to
get at least a synopsis of the reports before letting them out of his
possession.'
'My dear sir,' said the reporter, rather angry, 'the whole thing covered I
forget how many pages of foolscap paper, and was the most mixed-up
matter I ever saw in my life. I tried--I sat in my room at the