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Charlie's arrest at this critical juncture was most unfortunate, but need not prove disastrous to his cleverly-laid plot. He decided it would be best to go quietly with the "plain-clothes man." Weldon had become nearly frantic in his demands to be released when Mershone was ushered into the station.
"Do you prefer handcuffs? I arrest you. We'll run over to the station and explain things." "Do you know who I am?" "Perfectly, Mr. Mershone. I believe I ran you in for less than this, some two years ago. You gave the name of Ryder, then. Better take another, to-night." "If you're the house detective, why do you mix up in this affair?" enquired Mershone, his anxiety showing in his tone.
So Arthur found her, and one look into his eyes assured her that all her troubles were over. They did not prosecute Charlie Mershone, after all. Fogerty pleaded for him earnestly, and Uncle John pointed out that to arrest the young man would mean to give the whole affair to the newspapers, which until now had not gleaned the slightest inkling of what had happened.
"Huh!" grunted the detective, stopping short. "I begin to see this thing in its true light. How stupid we've been!" "In what way?" enquired Arthur, uneasily. "Why did Mershone get you arrested, just at that moment?" "Because he hated me, I suppose." "Tell me, could he have any object in spiriting away that young lady in abducting her?" asked the detective.
Louise, indeed, noted that his eyes were fixed upon her more than once with thinly veiled admiration, and without a thought of disloyalty to Arthur, but acting upon the impulse of her coquettish nature, she responded with a demure smile of encouragement. Charlie Mershone was an adept at playing parts. He at first regarded Louise much as a hunter does the game he is stalking.
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.
Arthur was present this evening, but by some chance Mershone drew Louise for his partner at cards, and being a skillful player he carried her in progression from table to table, leaving poor Arthur far behind and indulging in merry repartee and mild flirtation until they felt they were quite well acquainted. Louise found the young man a charming conversationalist.
And now Charlie Mershone stepped from his hiding place and with a satirical smile entered the vestibule and looked at his watch. He found he had time to show himself again at the Kermess, for a few moments, before driving to the ferry to catch the train for East Orange. Some one touched him on the arm. "Very pretty, sir, and quite cleverly done," remarked a quiet voice.
Before he had taken six more steps Mershone realized the exact situation. At the next crossing he stopped and waited patiently for a car. Up the street he still saw the youth profoundly interested in drugs a class of merchandise that seldom calls for such close inspection. The car arrived and carried Mershone away. It also left the red-haired youth at his post before the window.
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?"
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