Then, quite casually, he flipped open his coat and Johns caught a glimpse of a silver shield.

It might only have been accident, of course, still-- "Now, Johns, who was the man in the cab when you stopped to pick up the second man at Thirty-fourth Street ?" "Wrong, Cap," and the cabby grinned.

"There wasn't any man." "Don't attempt to deny--" "No man, Cap.

It was a woman." "A woman!" the detective repeated.

"A woman!" "Sure thing--a woman, a regular woman.