Captain Johns chatted for several minutes, revealing interesting details about Rascomb’s past life. Taking a snapshot from his pocket, he gave it to Flash. It was the missing picture of Rascomb which had been obtained at the Indianapolis races.
“So it was you who took it from my room!” exclaimed Flash. “And I blamed Doyle.”
“I am the guilty party,” admitted Captain Johns. “For weeks I had been investigating Rascomb’s record. However, I did not agree with you that he was Albert Povy. You proved me wrong, and I am glad you did. It gives me pleasure to congratulate you.”
After the captain had gone, Flash was not slack in apologizing to Doyle for having misjudged him.
“It was a natural mistake to make,” the technician replied. “Forget it.”
Later in the afternoon a telegram arrived from Mr. Clewes, praising the two cameramen for their recent pictures. The message ended: “Take a week’s rest. You have both earned it.”
“We have News-Vue by the tail now,” Doyle grinned. “And boy, can we use that week off!”
“Working on the Brandale Ledger again will seem like a picnic after this,” added Flash.
The smile faded from Doyle’s face.
“You’re not thinking of going back?” he asked. “Why, you’ve made a name for yourself with News-Vue. They’ll give you anything you want on a silver platter.”