Riley pounced upon the information with the avidity of a bass after live bait.
“We could use some good pictures, Flash. How about covering the races for the Ledger?”
“Well—my plans aren’t definite. I may not be able to make it.”
“Buy yourself a ticket to Indianapolis at the Ledger’s expense,” Riley urged, guessing the reason behind the young man’s indecision. “Why not hop the special streamliner which leaves here tomorrow morning?”
“I’ll do it!” Flash decided suddenly.
“Good! Take any equipment you may need, and send your pictures back by plane.”
Flash returned to the photography department for his camera. After saying good-bye to several friends, he went downstairs where his pay check awaited him. He was finished with work an hour earlier than usual. It would seem strange, he thought, being off duty for an entire month.
As Flash reached for bus fare, he pulled the card Joe Wells had given him from his pocket. The address of the News-Vue Company was only a few blocks away.
“May as well drop around there and kill a little time,” he reflected. “But I don’t aim to let Joe talk me into leaving the Ledger.”
Flash presently found himself standing before a tall white stone building located not far from the waterfront. He consulted the room directory in the lobby and rode the elevator up to the sixth floor.