From inside the dwelling three shots rang out. There came an answering report.
“Keep down!” ordered Sergeant Bedlow sharply. And then to his companions: “Come on boys! We’ll run those rats out of there!”
As Jimmy crouched low, the policemen both leaped from the cruiser, revolvers drawn. But as they moved swiftly up the walk, the front door of the house swung open. The two men who had been in the black sedan were marched outside, escorted by police officers. The heavy-set one held his right arm which had been wounded.
Jimmy stared. Then, realizing that he was losing a grand opportunity, he sprang from the cruiser and focused his camera. His hand trembled as he opened the shutter. He had ruined the exposure.
Steadying his nerves, he quickly took a second and third picture. He finished with one at close range while the prisoners were being loaded into a police car, handcuffed to their captors.
“Well, son, you got some real pictures this time,” grinned Sergeant Bedlow.
“Are the men really Legs and Morgan?”
“If they aren’t, someone has made a bad mistake. Sure, they’re the ones, all right. Tried to shoot it out when they were cornered.”
Jimmy asked several questions about the brief gun battle, and then added:
“I want to rush my pictures straight to the Ledger office. How about those auto crash films? Will you need them now that you’ve caught the men?”