“I’m not accusing you,” Flash replied quietly. “I was merely asking.”
“I don’t like your tone.”
“I didn’t mean to imply anything. But it still seems queer that the picture isn’t here.”
Doyle lighted a cigarette in his most deliberate manner and then asked:
“Which one is missing?”
“A snap I took of Rascomb at the races. The only good picture in the lot.”
“You probably lost it yourself.”
“It was in the envelope yesterday when I showed the pictures to Captain Johns and Bailey Brooks.”
“Then maybe they took it,” Doyle suggested sarcastically. “Why don’t you get out search warrants?”
Flash allowed the matter to rest, yet he was not altogether convinced that his roommate knew nothing about the missing picture.