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Aside from this, he had the pleasure of glowering ferociously upon Charlie Mershone, who, failing to obtain recognition from Miss Merrick, devoted himself to his cousin Diana, or at least lounged nonchalantly in the neighborhood of the Hindoo Booth. Mershone was very quiet. There was a speculative look upon his features that denoted an undercurrent of thought.
Fogerty glanced at Madame Cerise. "Will you see who it is?" he asked. She arose at once and left the room. Mershone turned quickly. "What's your price, Fogerty?" he asked, meaningly. "For what?" "For getting out of here making tracks and leaving me alone. Every man has his price, and I'm trapped I'm willing to pay anything I'll " "Cut it out, sir. You've tried this once before.
Mershone; I'm no judge, myself. I'm so young and inexperienced." "Who is your employer?" "Oh, I'm just sent out by an agency." "Is it a big paying proposition?" asked Charlie, eyeing the diffident youth beside him critically, as if to judge his true caliber. "Not very big. You see, if I'd been a better detective you'd never have spotted me so quickly."
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.
The young man stared at him, between puffs of smoke. "It occurs to me, Weldon, that you're becoming insolent. It won't do, my boy. Unless you guard your tongue " "Bah! Resent it, if you dare; you coward." "Coward?" "Yes. A man who attacks an innocent girl is a coward. And you've been a coward all your life, Mershone, for one reason or another. No one believes in your pretended reform.
"I I merely walked over to the floral booth opposite, and exchanged a word with Miss Merrick, and the others there," she explained. The search was resumed, and Charlie Mershone sauntered over. "What's this, Di? Lost the big pearls, I hear," he said. She took him aside and whispered something to him.
Mershone had it on his tongue's end to ask what they expected to discover by shadowing him, but decided it was as well not to open an avenue for the discussion of Miss Merrick's disappearance. So, finding he could not bribe the youthful detective or use him in any way to his advantage, he closed the interview by rising. "I'm going to my room to write some letters," said he, with a yawn.
Mershone started and glared at the speaker, a slender, unassuming man in dark clothes. "What do you mean, fellow?" "I've been watching the comedy, sir, and I saw you were the star actor, although you took care to keep hidden in the wings. That bruiser who raised the row took his arrest very easily; I suppose you've arranged to pay his fine, and he isn't worried.
Mershone returned to his hotel, went to his room, and slept until after one o'clock, as he had secured but little rest the night before in his primitive quarters at the police station. It was nearly two when he reappeared in the hotel restaurant for luncheon, and he took his seat and ate with excellent appetite. During this meal Mr.
You might have placed him in almost any middle-class walk in life. Perhaps, thought Arthur, he might even be a good detective! yet his personality scarcely indicated it. "Mershone in, Billy?" the detective asked the desk sergeant. "Room 24. Want him?" "Not now. When is he likely to go?" "When Parker relieves me. There's been a reg'lar mob here to get Mershone off.
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