“What!” The fat little man sat bolt upright in surprise. “I guess you never heard your Uncle Joe Powers talk any such foolishness.” He snorted indignantly. “Hmp! The best friend labor has got is capital. If I had the say so I'd crush every labor union--for the good of the working people themselves.” Alice decided that the mental indigestion of the rich sat heavily upon him. She felt her temper rising and took advantage of the approach of Beauchamp to leave quickly. “Oh, Lieutenant! Have you seen Valencia?” The Englishman showed surprise. It happened that Alice had at that moment a view of Mrs. Van Tyle stretched on a deck chair some thirty feet away. Miss Frome hurried him along. Presently, with a low laugh, she explained. “I wanted to get away from him. Carelessly, I dropped a new idea there. It's likely to go off. You know how dangerous they are.” “To people who haven't many. Had it anything to do with making money?” “Not directly.” “Then you needn't be alarmed on our stout friend's account. He's immune to all ideas not connected with that subject.” The double blast of a trumpet invited them to dinner down stairs. Part 4 Dunn was sitting in the smoking room writing his story of the kidnapping when a ruddy young Englishman stopped opposite him. “You're Mr. Dunn, are you not? Reporter for the _World?_” “Yes.” The newspaper man looked him over with a swift, trained attention. “A young lady would like to see you for a few minutes. She is interested in this shanghaing of Mr. Farnum.” Dunn's black gimlet eyes searched Beauchamp's face. “All right. Glad to see her.” Dunn's story was being transferred to his pocket as he rose. He followed his guide to the ladies' writing room. A slender young woman was standing in front of the bookcase. She turned as they entered. Beauchamp introduced the reporter to her, but Dunn failed to catch the name of this rather remarkable looking young lady. “You are to write the story of Mr. Farnum's adventure?” she asked. The reporter's eyes narrowed very slightly. “What story?” “The account of the shanghaing. Oh, I know all about it. Have you all the facts?” “I'll be glad to hear what you know, Miss--” She answered his hesitation by mentioning her name. Dunn grew more wary. “Miss Alice Frome, daughter of Senator Frome?” “Yes.” “Anything you have to say I'll be pleased to hear, Miss Frome.” To his surprise she broke through the hedge of reserve he had withdrawn behind. “You distrust me. You think because I'm Senator Frome's daughter that I must be against Mr. Farnum. Is that it?” “I didn't say that,” he sparred. “I'm not against him. It's because I'm anxious to see him win that I want to be sure he has given you the whole story.” “Why shouldn't he give me the whole story?” “Because he isn't the kind to boast. Did he tell you about the sharks?” “Or how Miss Frome helped pull him aboard just in time to save him from the crimps?”