'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.'