“Not with the sound wagon. I burned out a bearing getting back from the lodge. Repairs won’t be made before tomorrow afternoon.”
“You’re getting one break at least,” said Flash. “A new cameraman. I’m quitting.”
“Flash, you can’t run out on me at a time like this!”
“I don’t like to quit because of Joe. But I have an account to square and some work to do. That’s the low-down on why I’m staying.”
“If there was anything I could say to make you change your mind—”
“There isn’t.”
Doyle hesitated, then sat down at the desk and scribbled a message to be telegraphed to the News-Vue home office. Flash had picked up the telephone to call long distance.
“Send this when you’re through, will you?” Doyle requested.
He tossed the message to Flash. Entering the bathroom he started the shower running full blast.
Flash looked at the telegram. It read: