When the seven o’clock train for New York steamed out of Oldham, Chief of Police Hodgins stood on the station platform. He was there by order of the mayor. He saw Hawley get on the train, and, after waiting until the train was under way, to make sure that the Camera Chap did not get off again, he went to the city hall to report to his honor. Mayor Henkle was bitterly disappointed. Until the last minute he had been hopeful that the Camera Chap would fall for the lure of that hundred-dollar bill. In fact, he had stayed at the city hall long after his usual hour in expectation that Hawley would return to make that much-desired affidavit. The mayor was greatly disappointed, too, because Carroll did not come over to the city hall to shake hands with him and accept his terms of peace. Had the proprietor of the _Bulletin_ responded to his overtures, the Honorable Martin Henkle had in mind a nifty little plan, which, when put in operation, would have come as a great shock to that editor. In fact, his honor had intended to hand Carroll a nice juicy lemon. He had no more intention of making friends with the _Bulletin_ than he had of making friends with his neighbor’s cat--and the mayor hated cats. His idea was to beguile Carroll and Hawley into confessing that those police snapshots were fakes; then, as soon as that humiliating confession was published in the _Bulletin_, he intended to declare war once more on that newspaper. He figured that Carroll would be so discredited in the eyes of the public that he would have nothing more to fear from him or his newspaper. Therefore, the Honorable Martin Henkle was exceedingly chagrined that neither Hawley nor Carroll had fallen for his little game. Still, he derived some satisfaction from Chief Hodgins’ report that the Camera Chap had left town on the seven o’clock train for New York. He realized that had the Camera Chap refused to go voluntarily he would have had no legal right to force him to leave Oldham. In that event, he would have had to carry out his threat to send Hawley to jail, for he was determined to get rid of him; but he was strongly opposed to taking that step, for fear of the adverse public sentiment which it was likely to arouse. With the Camera Chap out of the way, the mayor felt confident that he would soon be able to put the _Bulletin_ out of business. The sudden spurt of success displayed by Carroll’s newspaper he attributed entirely to the aid which Hawley had given with his camera. Now that the Camera Chap had gone back to New York, the _Bulletin’s_ circulation would soon dwindle. Possibly his honor would not have felt so confident if he had overheard Hawley’s words as he took leave of his friend Carroll. “I have promised to leave on the seven o’clock train,” the Camera Chap said, with a smile, “and, of course, I shall keep that promise. I have some business to attend to in New York, anyway, Fred, so the time consumed by the trip will not be wasted.”