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.