Moreover, he had an object in going abroad to-day.
So he buttoned his overcoat up to his chin and fearlessly braved the storm.

He had come to wholly disregard the presence of the detective who shadowed him, and if the youthful Fogerty by chance addressed him he was rewarded with a direct snub.

This did not seem to disconcert the boy in the least, and to-day, as usual, when Mershone walked out Fogerty followed at a respectful distance.

He never appeared to be watching his man closely, yet never for an instant did Mershone feel that he had shaken the fellow off.
On this especial morning the detective was nearly a block in the rear, with the snow driving furiously into his face, when an automobile suddenly rolled up to the curb beside him and two men leaped out and pinioned Fogerty in their arms.

There was no struggle, because there was no resistance.