"You've worked a pretty trick on us, 'cordin' to your own showin', and we must find Mr.Mershone before it's too late--if we can." "Good morning," said Fogerty, alighting.

"Thank you for a pleasant ride--and other things." They dashed away and left him standing on the curb; and after watching them disappear the detective walked over to a drug store and entered the telephone booth.
"That you, Hyde ?--This is Fogerty." "Yes, sir.

Mr.Mershone has just crossed the ferry to Jersey.

Adams is with him.

I'll hear from him again in a minute: hold the wire." Fogerty waited.