He, the dreamer, saw in her the practical.

She, an adventurer in amateur lawlessness saw in him something kindred at heart.
And so when a newspaper came to her in which she recognized with her keen insight Lawrence Macey's face under Graeme Mackenzie's name, and a story of embezzlement of trust company and other funds from the Omaha Central Western Trust of half a million, she had not been wholly surprised.

Instead, she felt almost a sense of elation.

The man was neither better nor worse than herself.

And he needed help.
Her mind wandered back to a time, months before, when she had learned the bitter lesson of what it was to be a legal outcast, and had determined always to keep within the law, no matter how close to the edge of things she went.
Mackenzie continued looking at her, as if waiting for the answer to his first question.
"No," she said slowly, "I am not going to hand you over.