“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—”