The editor did think about it. He thought for fully two minutes. Then he dashed off a note on a sheet of paper, pulled down the little knob that rang the District Messenger alarm, and when the uniformed boy appeared, gave him the note, saying: 'Deliver this as quickly as you can.' The boy disappeared, and the result of his trip was soon apparent in the arrival of a very natty young woman in the editorial rooms. She was dressed in a neatly-fitting tailor-made costume, and was a very pretty girl, who looked about nineteen, but was, in reality, somewhat older. She had large, appealing blue eyes, with a tender, trustful expression in them, which made the ordinary man say: 'What a sweet, innocent look that girl has!' yet, what the young woman didn't know about New York was not worth knowing. She boasted that she could get State secrets from dignified members of the Cabinet, and an ordinary Senator or Congressman she looked upon as her lawful prey. That which had been told her in the strictest confidence had often become the sensation of the next day in the paper she represented. She wrote over a _nom de guerre_, and had tried her hand at nearly everything. She had answered advertisements, exposed rogues and swindlers, and had gone to a hotel as chambermaid, in order to write her experiences. She had been arrested and locked up, so that she might write a three-column account, for the Sunday edition of the _Argus_, of 'How Women are Treated at Police Headquarters.' The editor looked upon her as one of the most valuable members of his staff, and she was paid accordingly. She came into the room with the self-possessed air of the owner of the building, took a seat, after nodding to the editor, and said, 'Well?' 'Look here, Jennie,' began that austere individual, 'do you wish to take a trip to Europe?' 'That depends,' said Jennie; 'this is not just the time of year that people go to Europe for pleasure, you know.' 'Well, this is not exactly a pleasure trip. The truth of the matter is, Rivers has been on a job and has bungled it fearfully, besides nearly getting himself arrested.' The young woman's eyes twinkled. She liked anything with a spice of danger in it, and did not object to hear that she was expected to succeed where a mere masculine reporter had failed. The editor continued: 'Two young men are going across to England on the _Caloric_. It sails in a week. I want you to take a ticket for Liverpool by that boat, and obtain from either of those two men the particulars--the _full_ particulars--of reports they have made on some mining properties in Canada. Then you must land at Queenstown and cable a complete account to the _Argus_.' 'Mining isn't much in my line,' said Miss Jennie, with a frown on her pretty brow. 'What sort of mines were they dealing with--gold, silver, copper, or what?' 'They are certain mines on the Ottawa River.' 'That's rather indefinite.'