She then turned with her revolver pointed at me and asked in a low voice, -"Ok Jack come out of the curtains and keep your hands up so I can see them." She sat down on the sofa and crossed her long legs while she sipped some of the scotch she had got before and suggested calmly to me. - "Now you’re gonna tell me EVERYTHING, who you are, who sent you, and what your shoe number is." I usually never reveal my client’s identity except if the flatfoots are asking and I don’t want any trouble. But her Colt's shiny barrel made me think twice and I told her everything about Serano and his assignment. -"Ok pal, you just got lucky today, I ain’t gonna turn you in to the Cops. Go back to the hole that you crawled out of and I don’t want to ever see you again." As I was going for the door I stopped and asked her, -"Wait a minute Sweetheart, . . .what are you going to do now? You know Serano will send people again to get his photos and next time they’re gonna come after you. I don’t wanna see your pretty body full of holes so let me help you." I was very aware that moment that I was putting my neck on the butcher’s table but I was informed what the Mob’s treatment to women that stood on their way was. After a few minutes I convinced her of my true intentions and she told me more about the case. It seems that Serano had a secretary, a young girl named Helen Carter with whom he had had an affair and a few months ago the girl was found dead. Her mother became suspicious when she found some photos of her daughter with Serano. It seems that the girl learned something that cost her life. Joan was determined to get to the bottom of this so we planned to meet the next day near the docks in Serano's warehouse where Helen worked. Note: "Dickless Tracy" is slang for a female detective originating obviously from Dick Tracy whose first name was given in token of its being a slang expression for "detective." This is traced back to Prohibition and might have started originally in Canada and then brought to the US by rumrunners of that era.