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Fogerty lighted another cigarette and the match showed Arthur that the young face was deeply lined, while two cold gray eyes stared blankly into his own. "Let's sit in your limousine, sir," he repeated. When they had taken their places behind the closed doors the boy asked Arthur to tell him "all about it, and don't forget any details, please."
I've put his case in the hands of a famous New York detective Fogerty with instructions to discover who he is, and I can't let a lot of rowdies force me to abandon the man for no reasonable cause." "Don't blame you, sir," said Joe.
Presently Fogerty strolled over, smoking his eternal cigarette, and stood watching the pressman, as if interested in the oiling of the complicated machine. Smith, feeling himself under observation, glanced up again in an unconcerned way, and as he faced the detective Fogerty gave a cleverly assumed start and exclaimed: "Good God!"
She wouldn't have interfered if she hadn't been scared out," growled the other. "She's sacrificed me to save herself, that's all." "You may be right about that," admitted Fogerty; and then he got up to answer the door-bell, which once more rang violently.
Merrick is unusual in real life, more's the pity, and therefore it makes even a cold-blooded detective feel good to witness it." Mr. Merrick smiled benignantly and Fogerty drove over to the Junction to catch his train. After luncheon, Patsy, while arranging her galley proofs, inquired of Louise for the local column.
In case she's been stolen, however, you'd better see Fogerty." "Who's Fogerty?" "Here's his card, sir. He's a private detective, and may be busy just now, for all I know. But if you can get Fogerty you've got the best man in all New York." Arthur sprang into the seat beside his driver and hurried post-haste to the Merrick residence. In a few minutes Mrs.
Even while the awkward silence that had fallen upon the group of girls continued, the door opened to admit Uncle John, Fogerty, Major Doyle and Arthur Weldon. Except for the detective they were stern-faced and uncompromising. Quintus Fogerty was as unlike the typical detective as one could imagine.
Thursday released Hetty and shook Uncle John's hand most gratefully. Then they all wanted to shake hands, and did until it came to Fogerty's turn. But now Smith drew back and looked askance at the detective. "I do not know you, Mr. McCormick," he said with dignity. "My name's not McCormick; it's Fogerty," said the other, without malice.
Push me over in the snow and make tracks. I'll tell Weldon you've escaped, and advise him not to bother you. It's very easy." Mershone stopped short, seized the detective's hand and wrung it gratefully. "You're a good fellow, Fogerty. I I thank you. But I can't do it. In the first place, I can't rest in peace until Louise is found, or I know her fate.
"It was strong enough to hold her, though," declared Fogerty, looking over the edge of the roof. "I'll descend the same way, sir. Go back by the stairs and meet me below." He grasped the lattice and began cautiously to lower himself to the ground, and Arthur turned to rejoin his friends in the room. "That is the way she escaped, without doubt," he said to them.
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