Then the door abruptly slammed, and the man in livery leaped to the seat beside the chauffeur and with a jerk the car darted away.
So sudden and astounding was this _denouement_ that Louise did not even scream. Indeed, for the moment her wits were dazed.
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.
Mershone started and glared at the speaker, a slender, una.s.suming 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. But the gentleman surely was in hard luck pounded one minute and pinched the next. You arranged it very cleverly, indeed."
Charlie was relieved that no mention was made of the abduction of Louise. Had that incident escaped notice? He gave the man another sharp look and turned away; but the gentle touch again restrained him.
"Not yet, please, Mr. Mershone."
"Who are you?" asked the other, scowling.
"The house detective. It"s my business to watch things. So I noticed you talking to the police officer; I also noticed the patrol wagon standing on the opposite side of the street for nearly an hour--my report on that will amuse them at headquarters, won"t it? And I noticed you nod to the bruiser, just as your victim came out."
"Let go of my arm, sir!"
"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.
"Your victim was a guest of the house."
"Not at all. He was merely attending the Kermess."
"That makes him our guest, sir. Are you ready?"
Mershone glanced around and then lowered his voice.
"It"s all a little joke, my dear fellow," said he, "and you are liable to spoil everything with your bungling. Here," drawing; a roll of bills from his pocket, "don"t let us waste any more time. I"m busy."
The man chuckled and waved aside the bribe.
"You certainly are, sir; you"re _very_ busy, just now! But I think the sergeant over at the station will give you some leisure. And listen, Mr.
Mershone: I"ve got it in for that policeman you fixed; he"s a cheeky individual and a new man. I"m inclined to think this night"s work will cost him his position. And the patrol, which I never can get when I want it, seems under your direct management. These things have got to be explained, and I need your help. Ready, sir?"
Mershone looked grave, but he was not wholly checkmated. Thank heaven the bungling detective had missed the departure of Louise altogether.
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. He started at seeing his enemy and began to fear a thousand terrible, indefinite things, knowing how unscrupulous Mershone was. But the Waldorf detective, who seemed friendly with the police sergeant, made a clear, brief statement of the facts he had observed. Mershone denied the accusation; the bruiser denied it; the policeman and the driver of the patrol wagon likewise stolidly denied it. 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.
"Did you notice a young lady come to the entrance, soon after I was driven away?" he asked, anxiously.
"A lady in a rose-colored opera cloak, sir?"
"Yes! yes!"
"Why, she got into a brown limousine and rode away." Arthur gave a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness that chauffeur had a grain of sense," said he. "I wouldn"t have given him credit for it. Anyway, I"m glad Miss Merrick is safe."
"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.
"Could he?" cried Arthur, terrified and trembling. "He had every object known to villainy. Come to the hotel! Let"s hurry, man--let"s fly!"
CHAPTER XII
FOGERTY
At the Waldorf Arthur"s own limousine was standing by the curb. The street was nearly deserted. The last of the Kermess people had gone home.
Weldon ran to his chauffeur.
"Did you take Miss Merrick home?" he eagerly enquired.
"Miss Merrick? Why, I haven"t seen her, sir, I thought you"d all forgotten me."
The young man"s heart sank. Despair seized him. The detective was carefully examining the car.
"They"re pretty nearly mates, Mr. Weldon. as far as the brown color and general appearances go," he said. "But I"m almost positive the car that carried the young lady away was of another make."