The captors quickly tossed the detective into the car, an open one, which again started and turned into a side street.
Fogerty, seated securely between the two burly fellows, managed to straighten up and rearrange his clothing.
"Will you kindly explain this unlawful act, gentlemen ?" he enquired.
The man on the left laughed aloud.

He was the same individual who had attacked Arthur Weldon, the one who had encountered Mershone in the street the day before.
"Cold day, ain't it, Fogerty ?" he remarked.

"But that makes it all the better for a little auto ride.

We like you, kid, we're fond of you--awful fond--ain't we, Pete ?" "We surely are," admitted the other.
"So we thought we'd invite you out for a whirl--see?
We'll give you a nice ride, so you can enjoy the scenery.

It's fine out Harlem way, an' the cold'll make you feel good.