“He hasn’t yet.”
“There was a building watchman who saw one of the men—”
“Andy Simpson,” the officer supplied. “We haven’t been able to locate him yet. What can you tell me about those two fellows?”
“Not very much,” Flash confessed. “I only gained a general impression. The film was a dandy, though. If I had that—”
“Would you be able to identify either of the men from another picture?” the officer cut in.
“I doubt it,” Flash admitted lamely. “I never was very good at noticing details.”
He described the men as best he could and then the policeman said abruptly:
“Let’s have a look at the darkroom where you were attacked.”
Flash opened the door and switched on the lights.
The policeman glanced about with the unhurried gaze of one who neglected no details, and photographed it indelibly in his mind.