Flash Casey

Flash Casey snaps a photo that holds the key to a corrupt lawyer's murder Casey shouldn't have had to go back for more pictures of Stanford Endicott. He was at the court with the other newspaper photographers when the wealthy lawyer was arraigned, and got pictures of him smiling as he put on a hat to hide his bald head. But before Casey can get the negatives developed, a pair of urchins steal his camera case and expose the plates to the sun. At his editor's orders, Casey visits Endicott's office for another round of photos. The picture he takes there is altogether more interesting: Stanford Endicott, dead on his office floor.   Casey hears a sound in the next room and knows the murderer is close. He gives chase out the front door, and takes a picture just as the killer drives away. Suddenly, Flash Casey has a bigger story than he bargained for.

Trying to help a wronged inventor, a friend of Casey's ends up murdered The last thing Flash Casey needs is an apprentice. Turned down by the army because of a bum knee, he agrees to teach a twice-weekly photography class for the American Women's Voluntary Services. One of his students, whose father just happens to have a lot of money invested in Casey's paper, asks to tag along on an assignment. Flash can't say no. An engineer named John Perry has come to beg for help from one of Casey's friends at the paper, crusading news columnist Rosalind Taylor. A few years back, Perry invented an industrial lubricant that should have made him a fortune, but his partner stole his idea and kept the profits for himself. Taylor has agreed to mediate for them, and asks Casey along to document the meeting. When Flash arrives, the apartment is ransacked and Taylor is dead. Casey will find her killers, as long as his little apprentice doesn't get in the way.

A couple of small favors land Flash Casey in a dangerous mess Flash Casey should know better than to take a roll of film from a desperate man. Stopping for a drink on his way home from work, a fellow news photographer gives him a canister to safeguard. The next morning, Casey wakes up with gunmen in his bedroom, looking for the film that could implicate one of their associates in a killing. To save his friend's life, Casey hands over the negatives, expecting that to be the end of it. He's wrong.   A stockbroker named Donald Farrington spent the night at the same bar, getting into a different kind of trouble-the sort that ends with him being photographed in a hotel room with a woman who isn't his wife. Casey agrees to help him navigate the blackmail, a friendly offer he'll regret very soon.