"Perhaps he paddled across the Bay," said Pen. "There are convenient railways over on the Eastern shore." "But we had our men there next day," said Riever. "And the canoe was not found. No, somebody must be hiding him." "Very likely," said Pen calmly. "But there's the reward I offered," said Riever, "You'd think that would be tempting." "Oh, money isn't everything to everybody," said Pen. "You think maybe some maiden's fancy has been caught by his good looks?" he sneered. Pen looked at him full. "Oh, do you think he's good-looking?" she said with a little air of surprise. He was disconcerted. "I? No! But I'm no judge. At college they seemed to think him a regular Phoebus Apollo, men and women alike." Pen carried the war straight into the enemy's camp. "You did not like him at college, did you?" "He was nothing to me one way or another," Riever said carelessly. "I scarcely ever saw him." "Liar!" thought Pen. She said: "I cannot quite understand your attitude. Why are you so bent on running him down. Is there an old score to settle between you two?" In the smooth mask of his face, Riever's eyes were not pleasant to see. "No indeed!" he said with a laugh. "I am not revengeful. But Dongan was my friend. I owe it to his memory." "I appreciate that," said Pen. "Still, to give up everything, and come down here yourself. To direct the hunt personally." "Delehanty is in charge, not I," said Riever quickly. Pen let it go at that. "As for coming down here," Riever went on, "that was just an impulse. I was so shocked at the moment I could think of nothing else ... Perhaps it was foolish. But I can't say I regret it because it has made me acquainted with you." "You are polite," said Pen. "It's more than that," said Riever. After awhile he said: "You will not be sorry to see us go, I'm afraid." A glad cry leaped to Pen's lips: "You are going!" But she caught it in time. "I sha'n't be sorry to see the last of Delehanty and his crew," she said calmly. "And the rest of us?" he asked. "It will be hard to settle down into the old dull routine when you are gone," she said. "I might come back," he suggested. "Father and I would always be happy to see you," said Pen demurely. Meanwhile they were bowling along the State road at better than forty miles an hour, but so smoothly that Pen had no sense of great speed except when she happened to catch a glimpse of some astonished face in the road. They had a highly accomplished chauffeur at the wheel and the heavy car held her speed up hill and down as steadily as a locomotive. Woods, fields and villages were thrust behind them with no sense of effort. As they drew near to Baltimore Pen began to wonder how she was going to get rid of Riever. He saved her the trouble by saying: "I have to go to the Hotel Bellevue for a conference. You'll keep the car of course, and load your purchases right into it. So much easier."