“Can you give me a list of the persons?”
“I could,” the store man said reluctantly, “but I don’t see what good it would do. It might only cause trouble.”
“I’ll not publish the list,” Flash promised. “You see, I thought I might try to do a little investigation work on my own.”
“I don’t think you’ll get to first base, young man,” Sam Davis said discouragingly. “But I’ll give you the names. Only don’t ever let on that you got them from me.”
“I won’t,” Flash promised.
The store owner wrote several names and addresses on a sheet of paper.
“By the way,” he said, “what happened to those pictures you took of me the night of the fire? I thought you said they were going to be printed in the Ledger.”
Flash had anticipated the question.
“Oh, the paper decided not to use them,” he replied carelessly.
“You see what I mean,” Sam Davis said, nodding his head. “Anything touching the rackets is dynamite in this town. The police are afraid to buck them and so are the newspapers.”