“Not with deluxe equipment like this.”
“You’ll soon catch on. This is the electric dryer. Now I’ll show you the different printing papers we use and how we mix our chemicals—”
An outside door had slammed. A thin, hollow-cheeked man came into the photography room.
“There’s Orris now,” volunteered Wells.
He waited until the head photographer had removed his overcoat, and then took Jimmy over to meet him.
“Orris, this is Flash Evans.”
The older man smiled briefly upon hearing the nickname and studied Jimmy with concentrated attention.
“Good morning, Evans,” he said coldly. “You did a fine job yesterday in getting those Jovitch-Morgan pictures.”
“Thanks.”
“I hope you keep up the good work,” Orris resumed curtly. “I hardly need tell you that past deeds don’t count around here. A photographer must deliver the goods and deliver it every day. Ever handle a Speed Graphic?”