The brows of the listening man knit slightly. He appeared of a type that frequented that locality, a rather sinister-looking fellow with a black mustache.
No observer would have suspected him of being a detective—to say nothing of being the most noted detective of his day.
“The woman herself—Sadie Badger,” was the thought that flashed through his mind. “The other jade is Mollie Damon, a running mate of Slugger Sloan, a holdup man.”
Nick had obtained a momentary glimpse of both women when they halted on the sidewalk, and he had instantly recognized both notorious crooks.
“Looking for me, Moll?” Sadie Badger questioned, sharply eyeing her.
“That’s what, Sadie.”
“What do you want? Are you on the borrow?”
“Nix! Not much! I’ve got coin to burn.[Pg 22]”
“What’s up, then?”
“There’s a gent who wants to meet you. He wanted me to find you.”