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"Quintus Fogerty the first and last and only individual of that name." Arthur hesitated; he was terribly disappointed. "Are you a detective?" he enquired. "By profession." "But you can't be very old." The boy laughed. "I'm no antiquity, sir," said he, "but I've shed the knickerbockers long ago. Who sent you to me?" "Why do you ask?" "I'm tired. I've been busy twenty-three weeks.
He was the same individual who had attacked Arthur Weldon, the one who had encountered Mershone in the street the day before. "Cold day, ain't it, Fogerty?" he remarked. "But that makes it all the better for a little auto ride. We like you, kid, we're fond of you awful fond ain't we, Pete?" "We surely are," admitted the other. "So we thought we'd invite you out for a whirl see?
Fogerty made no remarks, nor did he ask a single question until Weldon had told him everything he could think of. Then he made a few pointed enquiries and presently they had arrived at the station. The desk sergeant bowed with great respect to the youthful detective. By the dim light Arthur was now able to examine Fogerty for the first time. He was small, slim and lean.
"Would you like to read them before they are mailed?" Again Fogerty laughed in his cheerful, boyish way. "You'd make a fine detective yourself, Mr. Mershone," he declared, "and I advise you to consider the occupation. I've a notion it's safer, and better pay, than your present line." Charlie scowled at the insinuation, but walked away without reply.
"Good morning," said Fogerty, alighting. "Thank you for a pleasant ride and other things." They dashed away and left him standing on the curb; and after watching them disappear the detective walked over to a drug store and entered the telephone booth. "That you, Hyde? This is Fogerty." "Yes, sir. Mr. Mershone has just crossed the ferry to Jersey. Adams is with him.
Drag him away and hold him for three hours two one. Give me a chance to slip him; that's all. Can you do it? I'll pay you a hundred for the job." "It's worth two hundred, Mr. Mershone. It isn't safe to fool with Fogerty." "I'll make it two hundred." "Then rest easy," said the man. "I know the guy, and how to handle him. You just watch him like he's watching you, Mr.
"You have driven Louise to her death!" Mershone raised one hand in mild protest. "Don't waste time cursing me," he said. "Try to find Louise before it is too late." The reproach seemed justified. Arthur paused and turning to Mr. Merrick said: "He is right. I'll go help Fogerty, and you must stay here and look after the girls until we return." As he went out he passed Diana without a look.
"What d'ye mean by that talk, Fogerty?" demanded Big Bill. "Of course it was Mershone who stole the girl," explained the detective, calmly; "we know that. But Mershone is a clever chap. He knew he was watched, and so he has never made a movement to go to his prisoner. But he grew restless in time, and when he met you, yesterday, fixed up a deal with you to carry me away, so he could escape."
"But are you aware that I'm on duty, and that this will allow my man to slip away from me?" "Can't help that; but we're awful sorry," was the reply. "We just wanted company, an' you're a good fellow, Fogerty, considerin' your age an' size." "Thank you," said Fogerty, "You know me, and I know you. You are Bill Leesome, alias Will Dutton usually called Big Bill.
Big Bill growled some words that were not very choice and then yelled to the chauffeur to stop. The other man was pale and evidently frightened. "See here, Fogerty; you make tracks!" was the sharp command, as the automobile came to a halt. "You've worked a pretty trick on us, 'cordin' to your own showin', and we must find Mr. Mershone before it's too late if we can."
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