Yes, I did.
Would you be able to repeat it?
I dont know that I could repeat it word for word, but I could certainly give the gist of it.
Would you have any objection to telling a gentleman whom I shall call in a moment, as nearly as possible what Alder said and what I said? I may add that the gentleman I speak of is Mr. Hempstead, and he is practically the proprietor of this paper. There has arisen between Mr. Alder and myself a slight divergence of memory, if I may call it so, and it seems that you are the only person who can settle the dispute.
I am perfectly willing to tell what I heard to anybody.
Thank you.
Mr. Hardwick pressed an electric button, and his secretary came in from another room.
Would you ask Mr. Hempstead to step this way, if he is in his room?
In a few minutes Mr. Hempstead entered, bowed somewhat stiffly towards the lady, but froze up instantly when he heard that she was the person who had given the Board of Public Construction scandal to the Evening Graphite.
I have just this moment learned, Mr. Hempstead, that Miss Baxter was in the adjoining room when Alder and I were talking over this matter. She heard the conversation. I have not asked her to repeat it, but sent for you at once, and she says she is willing to answer any questions you may ask.
In that case, Mr. Hardwick, wouldnt it be well to have Henry Alder here?
Certainly, if he is on the premises. Then, turning to his secretary, he said, Would you find out if Mr. Alder is in his room? Tell him Mr. Hempstead wishes to see him here.
When Henry Alder came in, and the secretary had disappeared, Miss Baxter saw at once that she was in an unenviable situation, for it was quite evident the three men were scarcely on speaking terms with each other. Nothing causes such a state of tension in a newspaper office as the missing of a piece of news that is important.
Perhaps it would be better, suggested Hardwick, if Miss Baxter would repeat the conversation as she heard it.
I dont see the use of that, said Mr. Hempstead. There is only one point at issue. Did Mr. Alder warn Mr. Hardwick that by delay he would lose the publication of this report?
Hardly that, answered the girl. As I remember it, he said, Isnt there a danger that some other paper may get this? Mr. Hardwick replied, I dont think so. Not for three days, at least; and then Mr. Alder said, Very good, or Very well, or something like that.
That quite tallies with my own remembrance, assented Hardwick. I admit I am to blame, but I decidedly say that I was not definitely warned by Mr. Alder that the matter would be lost to us.
I told you it would be lost if you delayed, cried Alder, with the emphasis of an angry man, and it has been lost. I have been on the track of this for two weeks, and it is very galling to have missed it at the last moment through no fault of my own.
Still, said Mr. Hempstead coldly, your version of the conversation does not quite agree with what Miss Baxter says.
Oh, well, said Alder, I never pretended to give the exact words. I warned him, and he did not heed the warning.
You admit, then, that Miss Baxters remembrance of the conversation is correct?
It is practically correct. I do not stickle about words.
But you did stickle about words an hour ago, said Mr. Hempstead, with some severity. There is a difference in positively stating that the item would be lost and in merely suggesting that it might be lost.
Oh, have it as you wish, said Alder truculently. It doesnt matter in the least to me. It is very provoking to work hard for two weeks, and then have everything nullified by a foolish decision from the editor. However, as I have said, it doesnt matter to me. I have taken service on the Daily Trumpet, and you may consider my place on the Bugle vacantsaying which, the irate Mr. Alder put his hat on his head and left the room.
Mr. Hempstead seemed distressed by the discussion, but, for the first time, Mr. Hardwick smiled grimly.
I always insist on accuracy, he said, and lack of it is one of Alders failings.
Nevertheless, Mr. Hardwick, you have lost one of your best men. How are you going to replace him? inquired the proprietor anxiously.
There is little difficulty in replacing even the best man on any staff in London, replied Hardwick, with a glance at Miss Baxter. As this young lady seems to keep her wits about her when the welfare of her paper is concerned, I shall, if you have no objection, fill Henry Alders place with Miss Baxter?
Mr. Hempstead arched his eyebrows a trifle, and looked at the girl in some doubt.
I thought you didnt believe in women journalists, Mr. Hardwick, he murmured at last.
I didnt up till to-day, but since the evening papers came out I have had reason to change my mind. I should much rather have Miss Baxter for me than against me.
Do you think you can fill the position, Miss Baxter? asked the proprietor, doubtingly.
Oh, I, am sure of it, answered the girl. I have long wanted a place on a well-edited paper like the Bugle. Again Mr. Hardwick smiled grimly. The proprietor turned to him, and said, I dont quite see, Mr. Hardwick, what a lady can do on this paper outside of the regular departments.
I hardly think there will be any trouble about that, Mr. Hempstead. For example, who could be better equipped to attempt the solution of that knotty question about the Princess von Steinheimers diamonds?
By Jove! cried Hempstead, his eyes glittering with excitement. That is an inspiration. I imagine that if anyone can unravel the mystery, it is Miss Baxter.
CHAPTER IV. JENNIE LEARNS ABOUT THE DIAMONDS OF THE PRINCESS
What about the diamonds of the Princess? asked Miss Baxter, her curiosity piqued by the remark of the editor.
That is rather a long story, replied Mr. Hardwick, and before I begin it, I would like to ask you one or two questions. Can you manipulate a typewriter?
That depends on what make it is. The ordinary typewriter I understand very thoroughly.
Good. Have you any knowledge of shorthand?
A workable knowledge; I can write about one hundred words a minute.
Admirable! admirable! Your coming to this office was indeed an inspiration, as Mr. Hempstead remarked. You are just the person I have been looking for.
You didnt seem to think so yesterday, Mr. Hardwick, said the girl with a sly glance at him.
Well, many things have happened since yesterday. We are now dealing with to-day, and with the Princess von Steinheimer.
She is a German princess, of course?
An Austrian princess, but an American woman. She was a Miss Briggs of Chicago; a daughter of Briggs, the railway millionaire, worth somewhere between twenty and twenty-five millionsdollars, of course. A year or two ago she married Prince Konrad von Steinheimer; you may remember having read about it in the papers?
Oh, yes; the usual international matchthe girl after the title, he after the money.
I suppose so; but be that as it may, she is the only daughter of old Briggs, and had spent a good deal of her time in Europe, but she spent more than time; she spent the old mans money as well, so during her stay in Europe she accumulated a vast stock of diamonds, some of them very notable stones. I dont know what the whole collection is worth, some say a million dollars, while others say double that amount. However that may be, Miss Briggs became the Princess von Steinheimer, and brought to Austria with her a million dollars in gold and the diamonds, which her father gave as dowry; but, of course, being an only child, she will come in for the rest of his money when the railway magnate dies.