Callman considered this suggestion for a few moments, then shook his head. “No, I don’t like that very much. It would be too high-handed a proceedin’. If it wasn’t a newspaper that we had to deal with, I might try it; but it’s dangerous to monkey with the liberty of the press. That’s one thing the people won’t stand for.” “But those snapshots were taken in violation of the law--the new anticamera law,” argued Gale. “Surely that gives you the legal right to confiscate them.” “No, it don’t,” said Callman regretfully. “I was talkin’ with the district attorney about that the other day, and he told me that while we can arrest a newspaper photographer for taking pictures without a license, we can’t stop the newspaper from publishing the pictures. “Besides,” he added, “if I did as you suggest, it would probably get the mayor sore. He’s a little leery about this new camera law.” Gale was somewhat discouraged, but suddenly he brightened up. “Well, here’s another suggestion, captain,” he said. “Why not try what bribery will do? The _Bulletin’s_ photo-engraving plant is run by a fellow named Neilson. What’s the matter with sending somebody to see him, and offer him a good price to hand over the negatives and destroy the cuts?” Callman nodded approvingly. “That sounds much better. But are you sure that the man can be bribed?” “Pshaw! Every man has his price,” was the cynical reply. “And I don’t suppose this Neilson hates money more than most of us.” “I’m not sure that it would work,” said Callman, “but it’s worth tryin’. How would you suggest goin’ about it? It’s a little dangerous, of course, but I’m willing to take a chance.” “I don’t think there’d be the slightest danger, captain,” said Gale. “I’ve got a plan by which it could be worked with perfect safety.” He proceeded to explain this plan to the acting head of Oldham’s police force, and that official thought very well of it, and decided to put it into effect immediately. An hour later, a large, red-faced man named Rudolph Meyer, who kept a delicatessen store not far from police headquarters, and who was under certain obligations to Police Captain Callman, entered the Bulletin Building, and ascended the stairway leading to the photo-engraving plant. At the top of the first flight he was intercepted by Miggsy. “Hey! Where d’yer suppose you’re going, mister?” the boy demanded. “I want to go by der place where der cuts iss made,” Mr. Meyer explained. “I haff a little order for some advertising cuts which I wish to give.” “Oh, some job work, eh?” said Miggsy. “All right; I’ll show you the way up to the plant.” “You needn’t trouble, my boy,” said Mr. Meyer hastily. “I find it all right by meinself.” “Oh, it’s no trouble at all, mister,” declared Miggsy, with a grin. “This way, please.” Mr. Meyer did not appear to be tickled to death by this attention, but he followed the boy up the stairs without making any further protest.