“You mean by showing what we had clipped out of the film?” Don asked. “It was just put in the fixing bath—how do you know the fumes of the chemicals in the smoke bomb didn’t ruin it—stain it or fog it?”
“I don’t care a whack of a stick about the clippings,” Chick stated. “This is my plan. When I was in here before, I put the bits of film in the wash water, but they were all dirt, and chemicals. I don’t believe they’re worth bothering with. But—I know that the ‘ghost’ is among the people in the designing room. Doc followed Toby. Mr. Tew volunteered to come and listen. The air mail pilot was loitering around, listening. The two Indians——”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s one or the other,” Garry agreed, “but that doesn’t tell us your plan or how we can see which one it is. For my part, I’m in favor of looking at the film clippings. If they show us that we have the right idea, that a flyer has been taking pictures over the swamp, it will prove he is looking for the treasure, and not just trying to ruin Don’s uncle——”
“Oh, we know the motive—treasure hunting,” Chick retorted. “That’s been our trouble, before. We’ve tired so hard to show what was being done, and how, that we couldn’t take time and brains to discover—who!”
Garry was a trifle nettled.
“I suppose you are going to discover ‘who’ without even looking at the clue Scott thought might be in that undeveloped film.”
“I’m going to make him—discover himself!” Even Don stared.
Garry laughed, a little scoffingly.
“All right!” Chick took the implied unbelief good-humoredly. “Think this over: If you had flung a smoke bomb, and gotten away with evidence, and you heard somebody say they had some already developed—what would you do?”
“Run!” chuckled Garry.