Orris turned it over to him. The detective studied the print a moment, obviously startled. He indicated the man who had stood nearest the camera.
“That’s Harry J. McCormand!” he exclaimed.
“McCormand!” echoed Orris. “I was trying to think of him. But McCormand is one of Brandale’s most prominent lawyers!”
“Prominent, yes,” agreed the detective dryly. “He’s been in some shady business in his time. No one ever could pin anything on him.”
“You aiming to run this picture in the next edition?” inquired the other detective.
“That’s up to the night editor, Dewey. He’ll probably slap it on page one, because it’s hot stuff!”
“If the picture runs, McCormand may have a tip-off before we can bring him in. We’ll want it held up until we make our arrest.”
“How long will that take?” Flash interposed.
“Can’t tell. We may be able to round him up tonight. Again it may take days.”
“Better talk with Dewey,” advised Orris.