“Killed?”
“No, the test was a success. So far, the News-Vue people are the only ones to get pictures. Mine ought to be dandies.”
“Good work!” approved Riley. “We can use them, and the story, too. Crack ’em through.”
In a few minutes’ time Flash had developed his pictures and made the prints from wet films. His work finished, he was loitering in the news room when Riley motioned for him to come over to the desk.
“You may as well call it a day, Evans,” he said. “Those were fine pictures you turned in.”
“Thanks, Mr. Riley.”
“You start your vacation tomorrow, I believe?”
“Yes, sir, I do.”
“You’ve earned it,” Riley said with an attempt at geniality. “Where are you planning to spend your month off?”
“Home mostly. I may visit some friends in Indianapolis and take in the auto races.”