“You’ll get it,” said Burnett coolly.
Flash unlocked the door and let the other detective into the room. Then he deftly inserted another holder in his camera, and cocked the lever of the shutter. As Detective Kimball told McCormand he was under arrest, he pulled the slide and shot his next picture.
Protesting angrily, the lawyer and his companions were hustled downstairs to the waiting police car. Flash and Orris both obtained action shots of McCormand trying to free himself from the grasp of two detectives.
“Not bad,” chuckled Orris as they stood watching the car drive away.
“We haven’t any time to waste,” said Flash abruptly. “If we move fast we still have a chance to make that last edition.”
The words spurred Orris to action. Running nearly all of the distance to the Ledger building, they related their story of the capture in a few terse sentences.
“We’ll hold the edition ten minutes,” Dan Dewey decided. “Get busy!”
Flash and Orris rushed their pictures through in record time, making prints from wet negatives. Not until each picture had been captioned and sent to the photo-engraving department did they allow themselves a moment to relax.
“What a night!” said Flash, sinking into a chair. “Wonder what became of Old Herm?”
Orris shrugged in his characteristic way.