"I don't know."
"Well, find that out in the shipping department. And keep within call. When Stephanie gets here I shall want you to tell her," said the old man, still painfully undecided as to his course.
"Very good, sir," said Harnash, turning away, glad for the relief of the temporary duties devolved upon him.
By the time he had completed them Stephanie had reached the office building and had gone to her father's private room, where Harnash presently followed her.
"I hurried down here, of course," she began, "on receipt of your surprising message. What has happened since you left this morning? Oh, good morning, Mr. Harnash," she continued, her face brightening as she held out her hand to that unhappy man as he entered the office.
"This," said her father in answer to her question, meanwhile keenly observing the other two.
He handed her the cable. She read it over and looked up with a little bewilderment.
"The Susquehanna!" she said. "I remember it was the last sailing ship. It's too bad that she is lost, but you were insured. Of course, it's terrible about the brave captain and the poor men."
Old Maynard nodded. He looked at Harnash. That young man's hour had come.
"Beekman was on the Susquehanna," he said quietly.