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Updated: September 28, 2025
It was at a theatre party that the three debutantes first met Charlie Mershone, but they saw little of him that first evening and scarcely noticed his presence.
The little spurt of fistcuffs was brief, but it gave Mershone, who stood in the shadow of the door-way near by, time to whisper to a police officer, who promptly seized the disputants and held them both in a firm grip. "What's all this?" he demanded, sternly. "That drunken loafer assaulted me without cause" gasped Arthur, panting. "It's a lie!" retorted the man, calmly; "he struck me first."
Von Taer was away from home that Sunday afternoon, and would not return until a late hour. Diana went to the telephone again and after several unsuccessful attempts located her cousin, Mr. Charles Connoldy Mershone, at a club. "It's Diana," she said, when at last communication was established. "I want you to come over and see me; at once." "You'll have to excuse me, Di," was the answer.
If she doesn't care for you it's better to give her up." "I know now." "You're a bright fellow, Mershone, a clever fellow. It's a pity you couldn't direct your talents the right way. They'll jug you for this." "Never mind. The game of life isn't worth playing. I've done with it, and the sooner I go to the devil the better.
Did Mershone see her?" he asked. "No, m'sieur," replied Cerise. With one accord they descended to the lower hall and the caretaker led the way to her room. To their surprise they found Mershone still seated in the chair by the fire, his hands clasped behind his head, a cigarette between his lips. "Here is another crime for you to account for!" cried Arthur, advancing upon him angrily.
"What right have you, sir, to speak for Miss Merrick?" he demanded. "The best right in the world," replied Arthur. "She is my promised wife." "Indeed! Since when?" "That is none of your affair, Mershone. As a matter of fact, however, that little excitement you created last night resulted in a perfect understanding between us." "I created!" "You, of course.
That he was still accepted with lax tolerance by some of the more thoughtless matrons of the fashionable set was due to his family name. They could not forget that in spite of his numerous lapses from respectability he was still a Mershone.
She had decided her only chance of escape lay in conciliating this stern-faced woman, and she began by relating her entire history, including her love affair with Arthur Weldon, Diana Von Taer's attempt to rob her of her lover, and the part that Charlie Mershone had taken in the affair. Madame Cerise listened, but said nothing.
One afternoon, while on a stroll, he chanced to meet the bruiser who had attacked Arthur Weldon at the Waldorf, and been liberally paid by Mershone for his excellent work. He stopped the man, and glancing hastily around found that Fogerty was a block in the rear. "Listen," he said; "I want your assistance, and if you're quick and sure there is a pot of money, waiting for you." "I need it, Mr.
Indeed, they had quite another story to tell. But the sergeant acted on his own judgment. He locked up Mershone, refusing bail. He suspended the policeman and the driver, pending investigation. Then he released Arthur Weldon on his own recognisance, the young man promising to call and testify when required. The house detective and Arthur started back to the Waldorf together.
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