“Let’s jog down the street and grab something to eat,” he proposed. “What are you doing anyway? Admiring your own work?”
Flash shook his head.
“Just looking over some of my old films. I keep speculating as to how I streaked those fire pictures—can’t figure it out.”
“Why try?” Wells asked with a yawn.
“I don’t want the same accident to happen a second time. Mr. Riley seems to like my work now, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“You’re a true photographer,” Joe grinned. “Instead of basking in your success, you worry about your failures! Probably that same mishap will never occur again.”
“I hope not,” said Flash.
But secretly he wondered.
CHAPTER XIV
THROUGH THE WINDOW
On his way home from work the following afternoon, Flash stopped at the Sam Davis Home Supply Store. The proprietor was busy with a salesman, but as soon as he could, he invited the photographer into his private office.