Everything depended upon the speed with which he worked. Providing he moved fast enough, he still could lock the men into the building. But should they escape he would have incriminating evidence. His picture would be useful both to the police and the Ledger!
Stealing back to the open doorway, Flash hastily adjusted his camera and stood ready to set off the gun.
“Glad I tested the synchronizing mechanism this afternoon,” he thought.
His heart was pounding. He waited a moment to be certain that his hand was perfectly steady. The slightest tremble would ruin the picture. In another moment he had gained complete control of his nerves. Steeling himself, he said in a loud, curt voice:
“Hands up!”
As he had anticipated, the command electrified the three men. They whirled to face the camera.
Flash pressed the trigger. The shutter clicked and the flash went off. He had his picture!
A gun roared heavily and a bullet whined past his head and crunched into the wall.
Hugging his camera close against his body, Flash ducked and ran. The beam of a flashlight followed his course and singled him out.
“Get him!” a voice snarled. “And that picture!”