In case she's been stolen, however, you'd better see Fogerty." "Who's Fogerty ?" "Here's his card, sir.

He's a private detective, and may be busy just now, for all I know.

But if you can get Fogerty you've got the best man in all New York." Arthur sprang into the seat beside his driver and hurried post-haste to the Merrick residence.

In a few minutes Mrs.Merrick was in violent hysterics at the disappearance of her daughter.

Arthur stopped long enough to telephone for a doctor and then drove to the Doyles.