“Say, are you a fly cop?” he asked, with suspicion.

“No,” Darwin replied quickly, “I’m not a detective.”

“You haven’t got the cut of one.”

“No.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Are you acquainted with a woman named Lena Peters?”

“You mean the woman who lives in the back room on the second floor?”

“Yes, yes.”

“I know her by sight.”

“Have you seen her to-night?”