This arrangement had turned out satisfactorily for both parties concerned. Neilson had managed to get enough outside work to make it worth his while to stay, and Carroll was glad to have him on the job, because, although he had practically given up illustrations, he occasionally found it necessary to use a cut in the pages of the _Bulletin_. These occasions were so rare, however, that great was Neilson’s surprise when, on the day following Hawley’s night crusade against the Oldham police, Carroll appeared in the photo-engraving department with a half dozen negatives in his hand. “Here, Ole,” the proprietor of the _Bulletin_ said, with a smile, “I want these enlarged, and a two-column cut made from each. Make just as good a job of them as you can, and remember that they’re for to-morrow morning’s issue.” “All for to-morrow morning’s issue?” exclaimed the engraver incredulously. “Sure thing! And all for the front page, too.” Carroll chuckled. “It’s going to be the bulliest front page the _Bulletin_ has ever had, Ole. Just take a close look at those negatives, old man, and I guess you’ll understand why.” Neilson stared hard at the small oblongs of film. “They ban look like policemens,” he said. “They are policemen!” declared Carroll, with another chuckle. “What you ban going to do,” the engraver inquired, “get out a special cop’s edition?” “A sort of special cop’s edition,” replied Carroll, with a grin. “But, say, Ole,” he added anxiously, “what do you think of these negatives from a photographic standpoint? Will they make pretty good cuts, do you think?” Neilson inspected each one critically. “I can’t tell very well, of course, Mr. Carroll, until I see the prints,” he replied, at length. “They ban flash lights, I see; but they look like pretty clear negatives yoost the same. Who took them?” “A friend of mine from New York.” “Did he develop them, too?” the photo-engraver inquired. “They ban a pretty good job for an amateur.” “Yes, he developed them himself,” Carroll answered. “We were so anxious to see what results we had that we came back here at three o’clock this morning, and Hawley--my friend from New York, I mean--used your dark room. But, say, Ole,” he exclaimed anxiously, pointing to one of the negatives, “how about this one? It isn’t quite as clear as the others. Do you think you’ll be able to get a fairly good cut out of it?” 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.