George Doyle had remained at the elevator.
“Well, did the Major make you a pretty little speech of gratitude, Flash?” he inquired curiously.
“He made me a speech. Period.”
Doyle pressed a button and the automatic elevator descended to the lower floor.
“What was it all about?” he probed.
Flash had no intention of confiding in the technician and so made an evasive answer. Doyle took the hint, but he lapsed into sullen silence as they walked back to the parking lot where the sound truck had been left.
“Where are you going now?” he inquired, watching Flash gather up his camera and luggage.
“The hotel. I think I’ll stay here a day or so and rest up before I start back to Brandale.”
“I may hole in myself,” Doyle responded. “I gave News-Vue this town as my address. I’m stuck here until Clewes sends me orders. I’ll probably be seeing you at the hotel.”
“Well, if we shouldn’t meet again, good-bye and good luck with your pictures.”