“I figured something like this might happen, Joe. I was especially cautious. Mixed fresh chemicals. Stayed with my pictures every minute. What I didn’t expect was a personal attack!”
“You think someone who works in the building did the trick?”
“Yes, I do!”
“Maybe you’re right,” Wells said, “but I doubt it. How many persons knew you had the picture?”
“Not many. Old Herm. And I spread the news in the other room.”
“How about those two members of the arson gang who made their get-away? They knew you had the picture?”
“Naturally. They nearly did me in for taking it! If the sound of gunfire hadn’t brought a policeman, they probably would have finished me.”
“All right, those birds knew you had the picture. And they reasoned that if the police ever saw it, their capture would be certain. So they waylaid you here—”
“Hold on,” interrupted Flash, “they didn’t know I was a newspaper photographer or that I worked at the Ledger.”
“Couldn’t you have been followed here?”