"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.