Neilson once more inspected the negative designated. It was a snapshot of a group of men playing a game of cards. One of the men wore a police uniform.
“I guess I ban able make it all right,” he said. “It isn’t very strong, but I guess I ban able to touch up the print a bit, and get a good result yoost the same.”
Neilson held up another of the negatives. “This ban best one of the lot,” he announced. “I make extra-good cut of him.”
The picture in question was the snapshot of a man in a police captain’s uniform. A scowl came to Carroll’s face as he gazed upon it.
“I’m glad to hear that, Ole,” he said grimly. “I want an extra-good cut of him. And, by the way, make that one three columns wide instead of two. I’m going to use it in the center of the page.”
Then Carroll went into the editorial rooms, and, seating himself at his desk, began to write rapidly. For two hours he was occupied with his task, and what he wrote seemed to afford him much satisfaction, for at frequent intervals the other occupants of the room heard him chuckle immoderately.
At length the long editorial was finished, and as he gathered the closely written pages together, he exhaled a deep breath.
“Hawley said that the pictures would be the main feature of the Bulletin’s exposé,” he muttered; “and, of course, he was right. No doubt about that. But at the same time I rather think this editorial of mine is going to make quite a hit, too.”
Hawley heartily indorsed this opinion when, a few minutes later, he dropped into the Bulletin’s office, and Carroll showed him what he had written.
“It’s great stuff!” the Camera Chap exclaimed enthusiastically. “Simply immense! I never had any idea that you could sling English as well as that, Fred.”