“Oh, hello, Mary Dare,” John Nightingale exclaimed. “Been doing night life in the great city?”
“Out on a show that somebody thought should be exposed.” The young, red-headed lady reporter, who looked little more than a girl, laughed merrily. “But what’s the big excitement?”
“Jimmie thinks he got a picture of the Silent Terror with his candid camera,” John explained. “Come on back with us and we’ll watch this Silent Terror come out on the film.”
And so the five of them marched toward the magic dark room of a great city newspaper where many a picture destined to condemn a guilty man to the electric chair or set an innocent one free has first seen the red glow of the photographer’s magic lamp.
CHAPTER II
MAGIC OF THE DARK ROOM
Scottie McFadden, a veteran photographer of the Press, was discovered to be entrenched in his favorite dark room.
“Can’t come out for another quarter hour,” his voice sounded out through the walls. “These fight pictures must be out for the early edition. What have you got?”
“One of Jimmie’s candid camera shots,” John Nightingale winked at his friends as he shouted through the dark room walls.
“Candid camera!” came roaring out from the dark room, “You may as well all go home. Nothing big will ever come from a picture the size of a postage stamp.”
“May be bigger than you think this time,” was John’s reply. “Anyway, we’ll wait.”