“Of you?” Flash asked in surprise.
“A flash bulb went off just as I was trying to pull myself from the wreckage.”
“Oh, yes, I remember,” Flash nodded. “I doubt if that picture will be much good. I didn’t send it with the others.”
The Major relaxed in his chair.
“You still have it?” he demanded.
“Yes, but I haven’t had time to develop the film yet.”
“How long will it take?”
“Why, I don’t know,” Flash replied. “I have no developing outfit with me. I could send it to a local newspaper—”
“Not to a paper,” Major Hartgrove interrupted. “To a studio where photographic work is done. I’ll want no publicity.”
Flash smiled, rather amused by the army man’s assured way of giving orders.