At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb. Her hat was still on backwards, and she was perched on the edge of her chair as if ready to spring up and away like a startled faun.
"Bang!" said Jaro coming up behind her and poking a long brown finger in the small of her back.
Miss Webb uttered a shriek, jerked so violently that her hat tilted over one eye. She regarded him balefully from beneath the brim.
"Never a dull moment," she gritted.
Still grinning, Jaro sat down. "I'm Jaro Moynahan, Miss Webb. I think Albert Peet forgot to introduce us. There's some skullduggery going on here that I'm particularly anxious to get to the bottom of. I thought you might be able to help me."
"Yes," replied Miss Webb sweetly.
A native waiter, attracted no doubt by her scream, came over and took Jaro's order.
"All right," Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl thoughtfully. "I'll have to confide certain facts which might be dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?"
"Since we're going to be so chummy," she replied; "you might begin by calling me Joan. You make me feel downright ancient."
"Well then," he said. "In the first place, I just killed that baby-faced gunman your boss had in his office."