"But you can"t be very old."
The boy laughed.
"I"m no antiquity, sir," said he, "but I"ve shed the knickerbockers long ago. Who sent you to me?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I"m tired. I"ve been busy twenty-three weeks. Just finished my case yesterday and need a rest--a good long rest. But if you want a man I"ll refer you to a friend."
"Gorman, of the Waldorf, sent me to you--and said you"d help me."
"Oh; that"s different. Case urgent, sir?"
"Very. The young lady I"m engaged to marry was abducted less than three hours ago."
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."
So Weldon hastily told the events of the evening and gave a history of Mershone and his relations with Miss Merrick. The story was not half told when Fogerty said:
"Tell your man to drive to the police station."
On the way Arthur resumed his rapid recital and strove to post the young detective as well as he was able. Fogerty made no remarks, nor did he ask a single question until Weldon had told him everything he could think of. Then he made a few pointed enquiries and presently they had arrived at the station.
The desk sergeant bowed with great respect to the youthful detective. By the dim light Arthur was now able to examine Fogerty for the first time.
He was small, slim and lean. His face attested to but eighteen or nineteen years, in spite of its deep lines and serious expression.
Although his hair was tangled and unkempt Fogerty"s clothing and linen were neat and of good quality. He wore a Scotch cap and a horseshoe pin in his cravat.
One might have imagined him to be an errand boy, a clerk, a chauffeur, a salesman or a house man. You might have placed him in almost any middle-cla.s.s 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. I couldn"t prevent his using the telephone; but I"m a stubborn duck; eh, Quintus? And now the gentleman has gone to bed, vowing vengeance."
"You"re all right, Billy. We both know Mershone. Gentleman scoundrel."
"Exactly. Swell society blackleg."
"What name"s he docked under?"
"Smith."
"Will Parker let him off with a fine?"
"Yes, or without it. Parker comes on at six."
"Good. I"ll take a nap on that bench. Got to keep the fellow in sight, Billy."
"Go into my room. There"s a cot there."
"Thanks, old man; I will. I"m dead tired."
Then Fogerty took Arthur aside. "Go home and try to sleep," he advised. "Don"t worry. The young lady"s safe enough till Mershone goes to her hiding place. When he does, I"ll be there, too, and I"ll try to have you with me."
"Do you think you can arrange it alone, Mr. Fogerty?" asked Arthur, doubtfully. The boy seemed so very young.
"Better than if I had a hundred to a.s.sist me. Why, this is an easy job, Mr. Weldon. It "ll give me a fine chance to rest up."
"And you won"t lose Mershone?"
"Never. He"s mine."
"This is very important to me, sir," continued Arthur, nervously.
"Yes; and to others. Most of all it"s important to Fogerty. Don"t worry, sir."
The young man was forced to go away with this a.s.surance. He returned home, but not to sleep. He wondered vaguely if he had been wise to lean upon so frail a reed as Fogerty seemed to be; and above all he wondered where poor Louise was, and if terror and alarm were breaking her heart.
CHAPTER XIII
DIANA REVOLTS
Charlie Mershone had no difficulty in securing his release when Parker came on duty at six o"clock. He called up a cab and went at once to his rooms at the Bruxtelle; and Fogerty followed him.
While he discarded his dress-coat, took a bath and donned his walking suit Mershone was in a brown study. Hours ago Louise had been safely landed at the East Orange house and placed in the care of old Madame Cerise, who would guard her like an ogre. There was no immediate need of his hastening after her, and his arrest and the discovery of half his plot had seriously disturbed him. This young man was no novice in intrigue, nor even in crime. Arguing from his own stand-point he realized that the friends of Louise were by this time using every endeavor to locate her. They would not succeed in this, he was positive.
His plot had been so audacious and all clews so cleverly destroyed or covered up that the most skillful detective, knowing he had abducted the girl; would be completely baffled in an attempt to find her.
The thought of detectives, in this connection, led him to decide that he was likely to be shadowed. That was the most natural thing for his opponents to do. They could not prove Mershone"s complicity in the disappearance of Louise Merrick, but they might easily suspect him, after that little affair of Weldon"s arrest. Therefore if he went to the girl now he was likely to lead others to her. Better be cautious and wait until he had thrown the sleuths off his track.
Having considered this matter thoroughly, Mershone decided to remain quiet. By eight o"clock he was breakfasting in the grill room, and Fogerty occupied a table just behind him.
During the meal it occurred to Charlie to telephone to Madame Cerise for a.s.surance that Louise had arrived safely and without a scene to attract the attention of strangers. Having finished breakfast he walked into the telephone booth and was about to call his number when a thought struck him. He glanced out of the gla.s.s door. In the hotel lobby were many loungers. He saw a dozen pairs of eyes fixed upon him idly or curiously; one pair might belong to the suspected detective. If he used the telephone there would be a way of discovering the number he had asked for. That would not do--not at all! He concluded not to telephone, at present, and left the booth. His next act was to purchase a morning paper, and seating himself carelessly in a chair he controlled the impulse to search for a "scare head" on the abduction of Miss Merrick.
If he came across the item, very well; he would satisfy no critical eye that might be scanning him by hunting for it with a show of eagerness.
The game was in his hands, he believed, and he intended to keep it there.
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.