“Yes,” said Allan; “you have to sit on a tripod, focus a camera over your left shoulder, and recite the eiko-hydro developer backwards at the same time.”
“Or treat?” asked Dobbs.
“Or treat to a bottle of developer.”
“I’ll risk it,” said Dobbs, “if you’ll let me in.”
Mr. Thornton came up and recognized the detective. “Good afternoon, Mr. Dobbs; looking for the owner of a camera?”
“No,” returned Dobbs; “I’ve found him. This is mine, and I want to join your club if you’ll let me.”
“The more the merrier, Mr. Dobbs. You must join us to-day, anyhow. They are not fitting out the detective force with cameras, are they?”
“Not yet. There is no business about this. I am playing truant to-day.”
“I dare say you deserve a holiday,” said Mr. Thornton.
“Well, I’ve been tied down awfully close to that Bain case. Glad it’s over.” Dobbs turned to Allan. “You remember the Ghost?”