"Wait a minute! ... Let me think! ... It's damn funny! ... Riever! ... My God!"
"Tell me," pleaded Pen. "Begin at the beginning. Do you know Riever well?"
"Sure! It was I who introduced him to Dongan. He's the same age as me. We were class-mates in college. We passed as pals. But it was a queer sort of friendship. I never could make him out. I couldn't keep my end up with his gilded set. I went in for athletics. But he used to come around me all the time. Flattered me and so on. Yet he didn't seem to like me either. I'd catch him looking at me in no friendly way. He'd let out sneering remarks."
"Is he a little man, ill-favored?" asked Pen.
"Why yes. How did you know?"
Pen smiled to herself. "Nothing. Go on. You were popular in college?"
"So they said," Don said offhand. "College popularity doesn't saw much wood in later life."
"But you were prominent?"
"Oh yes. Captain of the crew in my senior year."
"I see. Go on about Riever."