Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan and PG Distributed Proofreaders. This file was produced from images generously made available by the Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions. HTML version by Al Haines. 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?'