He handed over a card bearing the company address, and the truck rolled away.
Reminded that he had pictures of his own to rush back to Brandale, Flash stuffed the card into his pocket, and hurried to the waiting taxi. As he drove off he saw that Brooks had gone with Albert Povy.
“Wonder if he knows the man’s reputation?” he thought. “I suppose he must.”
Flash dismissed the matter entirely from his mind. He never expected to see either of the men again. His only concern was the possibility of future news stories or pictures.
The taxicab made a quick trip back to Brandale. Flash paid the bill and kept a receipt to show Riley as proof of his expense.
He was hurrying through the news room on his way to the photographic department when the editor hailed him.
“Hey, Evans, where have you been all afternoon?” The editor gave him a quizzical glance.
Flash paused. “Didn’t Jerry Hayes telephone you?”
“Some kid called in. He said you were after a big picture.”
“I nailed it, too,” Flash said confidently. “Bailey Brooks just disregarded orders and tested his parachute out at Eagle Cliff.”