When she had described her problem, Don said instantly: "There's just one thing to do. You must give me up to Riever and collect the reward."
Pen's breast contracted sharply. She bitterly blamed herself. Why had she not foreseen that this was what he would say. She couldn't answer.
"How about it?" he asked.
"I couldn't!" she murmured.
"But if it's the best thing to do?"
"I simply couldn't!"
"Listen, dearest, we must think this thing clean through to the end. These people in New York seem to have started something. Well, that being so, this seems to me as good an opportunity as any, for me to come out and put up my fight."
"I must find out first how much they've learned."
"She says it is not complete. But they've started something. They seem to be on the level with us. We must back them up before the trail grows cold."
"I could find another way of raising the money."