“Only our cameras. Let’s see if they’re missing.”
Striding across the room, Salt flung open the door of the inner darkroom, and snapped on a light. One glance assured him that the cameras remained untouched. But several old films were scattered on the floor. Picking them up, he examined them briefly, and tossed them into a paper basket.
“Someone has been here all right,” he said softly. “But what was the fellow after?”
“Films perhaps.”
“We haven’t anything of value here, Penny. If we get a good picture we use it right away.”
Methodically, Salt examined the room, but could find nothing missing.
“Perhaps the person, whoever he was, didn’t get what he was after,” Penny speculated. “I’m inclined to think this isn’t his first visit here.”
Questioned by Salt, she revealed Elda Hunt’s recent experience in the photography room.
“That dizzy dame!” he dismissed the subject. “She wouldn’t know whether she saw anything or not.”
“Something frightened her,” Penny insisted. “It may have been this same man trying to get in. Can’t the skylight be locked?”