Frantically he examined the films. They were his, but so badly streaked that they never could be used. Not a single one had been spared. His entire work was ruined!
CHAPTER VII
DARKROOM DIFFICULTIES
The extent of the catastrophe nearly overwhelmed Flash. Jerking open the darkroom door, he called hoarsely to Fred Orris.
“Now what?” the man demanded impatiently.
“I wish you would look at these negatives.”
The urgency of Flash’s voice brought the older photographer to his feet. He studied the streaked films one after another.
“They’re ruined,” he said, with no show of sympathy. “What did you do to them?”
“Nothing. The films were all right when I went to the wash room. I left them soaking. I wasn’t gone ten minutes.”
“What developer and hypo did you use?”
“The same you had mixed.”