“Oh, Salt, how brilliant of you!” Penny laughed.
“It wasn’t brilliancy on my part—just habit,” Salt returned. “I wonder why that bird set such great store by the picture? Maybe for some reason he’s afraid to have it come out in the paper.”
“I can hardly wait to see it developed!”
As Penny and the photographer walked back to the theater entrance, a taxi skidded to a stop at the curb. Jerry alighted.
“Anything wrong?” he inquired, staring curiously at the pair.
Salt told him what had happened.
“Maybe you’ve got dynamite packed in that plate,” Jerry commented when he had heard the story. “Better shoot it to the office and have it developed.”
“I’m tied up here for half an hour at least.”
“Send it back by the cab driver. He can deliver it to DeWitt.”
“Good idea,” agreed Salt.