“Sit down!” invited the Major abruptly.
His tone was so explosive that Flash jumped. He dropped into a chair opposite the army man.
“Evans,” said the Major, “I’ve tried to locate you ever since the night of the wreck. Where have you been hiding?”
“Indianapolis,” Flash returned, and explained how he had substituted as a cameraman for Joe Wells.
“So you’re a professional photographer?” inquired the Major. “Took a few pictures of the train wreck, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have they been published?”
“I couldn’t say. I sent some of my films to the Brandale Ledger. Haven’t had time to hear from my editor yet.”
The Major took a quick turn across the room in his wheel chair. He came back to the window again.
“If I remember correctly you shot a picture of me.”