"Thank God! But what is this trap?" "I propose to find out by it who is back of all this, who Hargreave's real enemies are." Norton returned to his rooms, there to await the call from Grannis. He was sorry, but if Jones would not take him into his fullest confidence, he must hold himself to blame for any blunder he (Norton) made. Of course, he could readily understand Jones' angle of vision. He knew nothing of the general run of reporters; he had heard of them by rumor and distrusted them. He was not aware of the fact that the average reporter carries more secrets in his head than a prime minister. It was, then, up to him to set about to allay this distrust and gain the man's complete confidence. Meanwhile that same morning a pretty young woman boarded the _Orient_ and asked to be led to the captain. Her eyes were red; she had evidently been weeping. When the captain, susceptible like all sailors, saw her his promises to Norton took wings. "This is Captain Hagan?" she asked, balling the handkerchief she held in her hand. "Yes, miss. What can I do for you?" He put his hands embarrassedly into his pockets--and felt the crisp bills. But for that magic touch he would have forgotten his lines. He squared his shoulders. "I have every assurance that the man you picked up at sea is my father. I am Florence Hargreave. Tell me everything." The captain's very blundering deceived her. "And then he hustled down the gangplank and headed for that warehouse. He had a package which he was as tender of as if it had been dynamite." "Thank you!" impulsively. "A man has to do his duty, miss. A sailor's always glad to rescue a man at sea," awkwardly. When she finally went down the gangplank the sigh the captain heaved was almost as loud as the exhaust from the donkey engines which were working out the crates of lemons from the hold. "Maybe she is his daughter; but two hundred is two hundred, and I'm a poor sailor man." Then Grannis came in for his troubles. What was a chap to do when a pretty girl appealed to him? "I am sorry, miss, but I can't give you that package. I gave the man a receipt and till it is presented to me the package must remain in yonder safe. You understand enough about the business to realize that. I did not solicit the job. It was thrust upon me. I'd give a hundred dollars if the blame thing was out of my safe. You say it is your fortune. That hasn't been proved. It may be gunpowder, dynamite. I'm sorry, but you will have to find your father and bring the receipt." The young woman left the warehouse, dabbing her eyes with the sodden handkerchief. "I wonder," mused Grannis, as he watched her from the window, "I wonder what the deuce that chap Norton is up to. The girl might have been the man's daughter.... Good lord, what an ass I am! There wasn't any man!" And so he reached over for the telephone.