“Janet Payson.”
“You’ll not have to wait long,” cried Lang, laughing. “I can supply you right off the reel.”
“Good!” Chick cried. “Do you know her?”
“Only professionally,” Lang responded. “She’s pretty well known here by the boys in brass buttons.”
“What about her, Ned?”
“Fly!” Lang said tersely. “As fly as one often meets.”
“A crook?” Chick inquired.
“Crooked, but not a crook. I don’t know that she has ever been arrested. She devotes her attractions to bleeding any easy mark that comes her way. She is known here as Jaunty Janet.”
“I’ve got you,” said Chick. “Do you know where she lives?”
“That’s a fat question. What am I on the force for?” Lang cried, laughing. “She has a ground-floor flat in Martin Street, No. 20.”