The timer went off and Jennings moved into the darkroom, using tongs to lift his proof sheets from the acid baths. What he saw brought jubilation, and he howled with joy. Turning on a bright light and slipping the sheet under a magnifying stand, he scrutinized the photos, shaking his head with delight. It was the series of shots taken of the back of the hall. Though not a single face or body could be made out in the darkness, there bung the javelin-like appendage, standing out like a puff of gray smoke.
