How had he escaped ?--thrown off both police and old friends?
Where was he now?
What was he doing?
And when and how was he going to reappear and interfere ?--for Maggie had no doubt, now that she knew him to be in New York, that he would come again; and again try to check her.
And there was a matter which she no more understood than Larry, and this was another of her questions: Why had she gone into a panic and aided his escape?
Of course, she now and then thought of Dick Sherwood.

She rather liked Dick.

But thus far she regarded him exactly as her scheme of life had presented him to her: as a pleasant dupe who, in an exciting play in which she had the thrilling lead, was to be parted from his money.

She was rather sorry for him; but this was business, and her sorrow was not going to interfere with what she was going to do.
Maggie Cameron, at this period of her life, was not deeply introspective.

She did not realize what, according to other standards, this thing was which she was doing.