“It’s easy to recognize a voice that rings true,” said he. “How are you, Lieutenant Lang?”
“Fine!” came the answer. “But who are you?”
“Chickering Carter.”
“Oh, ho! Chick, eh?” Lang’s sonorous laugh could be heard. “Glad to hear from you. Where are you?”
“On a case down Shelby way.”
“I heard that Nick was in that section. Something doing?”
“Plenty, Lang, and then some.”
“That just about suits you, I suppose. How can I aid you?”
“I want hurry-up information about a woman.”
“What name?”