'Rivers was his name. Well, this same paper, finding that Rivers had failed after having stolen the documents, 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 gratitude 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.