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Mind ye, not a word of this to Patsy till she has to be told. Remember that, John." "Well, I'll go," said the young man, and hurried away. Q. Fogerty lived on Eleventh street, according to his card. Arthur drove down town, making good time. The chauffeur asked surlily if this was to be "an all-night job," and Arthur savagely replied that it might take a week.
Fogerty and Arthur were by this time in the lane back of the grounds, where the detective was advancing slowly with his eyes fixed on the ground. "The tracks are faint, but easily followed," he was saying, "The high heels of her shoes leave a distinct mark." When Mershone joined them Arthur scowled at the fellow but said nothing. Fogerty merely smiled.
"Keep watch along the roadside," suggested Mershone; "she may have fallen anywhere, you know. She couldn't endure this thing long. Poor Louise!" "You were fond of her, Mr. Mershone?" asked Fogerty, not unsympathetically. "Yes. That was why I made such a struggle to get her." "It was a mistake, sir. Provided a woman is won by force or trickery she's never worth getting.
Fogerty was annoyed by the man's evident caution. It would not be easy to surprise Mershone in any self-incriminating action. But, after all, reflected the boy, resting comfortably in the soft-padded cushions of a big leather chair, all this really made the case the more interesting. He was rather glad Mershone was in no hurry to precipitate a climax. A long stern chase was never a bad chase.
They both looked their curiosity but said nothing. "I've simply used your clever plot to my own advantage, in order to bring things to a climax," continued Fogerty. "While we are joy-riding here, a half dozen of my men are watching every move that Mershone makes. I believe he will lead them straight to the girl; don't you?"
Cerise followed obediently, somewhat astonished at the queer turn of events. Left alone with Mershone, Fogerty chuckled gleefully. "Why, it seems I wasn't needed, after all," said he, "and we've both of us taken a lot of trouble for nothing, Mershone. The chances are Miss Von Taer would have turned the trick in any event, don't you think so?" "No, you don't understand her.
"Who's Fogerty?" "I don't know." "Get the best man possible!" commanded Mr. Merrick. "Spare no expense; hire a regiment of detectives, if necessary; I'll " "Of course you will," interrupted the Major, smiling. "But we won't need a regiment. I'm pretty sure the game is in our hands, from the very start."
Wherever the poor lass has been taken to, she's probably safe enough." "But think of her terror her suffering!" cried Uncle John, wringing his chubby hands. "Poor child! It may be his idea to compromise her, and break her heart!" "We'll stop all that, John, never fear," promised the Major. "The first thing to do is to find a good detective." "Fogerty!" exclaimed Arthur, searching for the card.
Mershone, and if anything happens you skip as lively as a flea. I can use that two hundred in my business." Then the fellow passed on, and Fogerty was still so far distant up the street that neither of them could see the amused smile upon his thin face.
Mershone," replied the man, grinning. "There's a detective following me; he's down the street there a mere boy just in front of that tobacco store. See him?" "Sure I see him. It's Fogerty." "His name is Riordan." "No; it's Fogerty. He's no boy, sir, but the slickest 'tec' in the city, an' that's goin' some, I can tell you." "Well, you must get him, whoever he is.
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