"they'll photograph it and enlarge the photograph, and label it 'Exhibit A' or 'Exhibit B' or something like that—and file it away in the archives with the fifty or more just like it that are already in their collection."
"That's what I thought," observed Jimmie Dale. He took Carruthers by the lapel of the coat. "I'd like a photograph of that. I'd like it so much that I've got to have it. Know the chap that does that work for the police?"
"Yes," admitted Carruthers.
"Very good!" said Jimmie Dale crisply. "Get an extra print of the enlargement from him then—for a consideration—whatever he asks—I'll pay for it."
"But what for?" demanded Carruthers. "I don't understand."
"Because," said Jimmie Dale very seriously, "put it down to imagination or whatever you like, I think I smell something fishy here."
"You what!" exclaimed Carruthers in amazement. "You're not joking, are you, Jimmie?"
Jimmie Dale laughed shortly. "It's so far from a joke," he said, in a low tone, "that I want your word you'll get that photograph into my hands by to-morrow afternoon, no matter what transpires in the meantime. And look here, Carruthers, don't think I'm playing the silly thickhead, and trying to mystify you. I'm no detective or anything like that. I've just got an idea that apparently hasn't occurred to any one else—and, of course, I may be all wrong. If I am, I'm not going to say a word even to you, because it wouldn't be playing fair with some one else; if I'm right the Morning News-Argus gets the biggest scoop of the century. Will you go in on that basis?"
Carruthers put out his hand impulsively. "If you're in earnest, Jimmie—you bet!"
"Good!" returned Jimmie Dale. "The photograph by to-morrow afternoon then. And now"
"And now," said Caruthers, "I've got to hurry over to the office and get a write-up man at work. Will you come
