At five o'clock she beheld her father turning in at the gate accompanied by Riever. At the sight of the latter Pen saw red. Hideous little creature lunching on his fine yacht while his dollars sent men into the woods to murder! And now to come strutting ashore for an afternoon stroll with his expensive cigar cocked between his lips! How dared he present himself to her! Her impulse was to project herself down off the porch and tell him! But a last strand of prudence held. She went to her room instead. There she struggled with her feelings. Five o'clock! Faint though it might be, there was a real chance that Don had escaped. She must therefore go on fighting for him. And in order to fight for him effectually she must maintain some sort of relations with his loathsome enemy. There was a knock on her door, and her father said timidly: "Mr. Riever is down stairs, my dear." Pen answered composedly: "Very well. I'll be down directly." Pendleton was delighted. "Thank you, daughter," he purred. It induced a fresh access of anger in Pen. He had nothing to thank her for! Pendleton pattered happily down-stairs. Pen washed and dressed, never ceasing to admonish herself, and in the end achieved a fair measure of self-command, though her nerves were in bad shape. Riever was waiting with a certain air of bravado. Only an involuntary roll to his eyes betrayed the dark passions that ate him. She greeted him calmly. He looked secretly relieved. "I scarcely expected to see you," he said smoothly. "I just came to enquire how you are." "I'm all right," said Pen. "And to express my indignation at what happened last night. Delehanty certainly goes beyond all bounds! When I get back to New York I shall talk to the Commissioner about it!" "Oh, the man must do his work," said Pen. "Surely, he doesn't expect me to be taken in by this palaver!" she thought. "He's supposed to exercise some discretion ... You're really all right again?" "Quite all right." "I'm so glad!" It came to her that he didn't expect her to be taken in. He was satisfied if she would only appear to be taken in. For different reasons he was just as anxious to maintain relations as she was. He just wanted everything unpleasant covered up. That was the spoiled child of it. Pen thought: "I believe he'd actually marry me without inquiring into my feelings." Well, it made it easier for her. Pendleton made some transparent excuse to leave the room. Riever's shifty eyes gave a roll of terror, thinking that perhaps Pen might now insist on dragging the truth into the light. Pen however only said: "I'm surprised to see you on foot this afternoon." His face turned smug again. "I like walking," he said. "It's my ridiculous people that insist on having me carried every step." "Do you walk much in New York?" asked Pen. He was flattered by her interest. "Yes, very much," he said. "But I forget, you don't live in the city, do you?" "Sometimes."