THE GOOD OLD SUMMER CRIME
by James MacCreighKaren looked up from her book hopefully when the man came in, but all he wanted was to have some photographs developed.
She took the roll of 35 millimeter film and said, “We make enlargements too, sir. If you can tell me now which pictures you want enlarged I’ll be able to—” She stopped. The man was shaking his head, almost fearfully.
“No!” he squawked. “No enlargements! Don’t even make prints.”
Karen blinked. “No prints?”
“Just develop the negatives, that’s all. And I’m in a big rush for them. I—I need them first thing tomorrow morning. Without fail.”
Karen sighed, and wrote out his receipt. He clutched it and hurried out. At the door of Karen’s novelty shop he looked furtively up and down the torn-up street, then stepped gingerly out into
