"Well, I fancy a woman's idea of justice differs from a man's. To kill for killing gets us nowhere."
"I thought you thought him innocent," said Riever subtly.
"How can one tell?" said Pen. "The newspapers are so contradictory."
"I haven't noticed it," said Riever. "If there's any evidence in his favor it hasn't been brought to my attention."
Pen seeing that she had made a slip, adroitly shifted to new ground. "That's just it," she said. "The newspapers are so clearly prejudiced, you can't help but feel there is another side to the story."
"How do you suppose he made his getaway?" asked Riever, still watching her. "Every yard of the shore has been searched, every native questioned."
"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."