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Sir, Of Anything. But A Photograph Has Come Into The Possession Of
Mr. Travis In Which He Is Represented As Standing On The Steps Of
Your House With Yourself And Mr. Cadwalader Brown. He And Mr.
Brown Are In Poses That Show The Utmost Friendliness. I Do Not
Hesitate To Say That That Was Originally A Photograph Of Yourself,
Mr. Brown, And Your Own Candidate. It Is A Pretty Raw Deal, A Fake
Part 3 Chapter 12 (The Campaign Grafter.) Pg 149In Which Travis Has Been Substituted By Very Excellent
Photographic Forgery."
Mcloughlin Motioned To Hanford To Reply. "A Fake?" Repeated The
Latter Contemptuously. "How About The Affidavits? There's No
Negative. You've Got To Prove That The Original Print Stolen From
Travis, We'll Say, Is A Fake. You Can't Do It."
"September 19th Was The Date Alleged, I Believe?" Asked Kennedy
Quietly, Laying Down The Bundle Of Metric Photographs And The
Alleged Photographs Of Travis. He Was Pointing To A Shadow Of A
Gable On The House As It Showed In The Metric Photographs And The
Others.
"You See That Shadow Of The Gable? Perhaps You Never Heard Of It,
Hanford, But It Is Possible To Tell The Exact Time At Which A
Photograph Was Taken From A Study Of The Shadows. It Is Possible
In Principle And Practice And Can Be Trusted. Almost Any Scientist
May Be Called On To Bear Testimony In Court Nowadays, But You
Would Say The Astronomer Is One Of The Least Likely. Well, The
Shadow In This Picture Will Prove An Alibi For Some One.
"Notice. It Is Seen Very Prominently To The Right, And Its Exact
Location On The House Is An Easy Matter. You Could Almost Use The
Metric Photograph For That. The Identification Of The Gable
Casting The Shadow Is Easy. To Be Exact It Is 19.62 Feet High. The
Shadow Is 14.23 Feet Down, 13.10 Feet East, And 3.43 Feet North.
You See I Am Exact. I Have To Be. In One Minute It Moved 0.080
Feet Upward, 0.053 Feet To The Right And 0.096 Feet In Its
Apparent Path. It Passes The Width Of A Weatherboard, 0.37 Foot,
In Four Minutes And Thirty-Seven Seconds."
Kennedy Was Talking Rapidly Of Data Which He Had Derived From His
Metric Photograph, From Plumb Line, Level, Compass, And Tape,
Astronomical Triangle, Vertices, Zenith, Pole And Sun,
Declination, Azimuth, Solar Time, Parallactic Angles, Refraction,
And A Dozen Bewildering Terms.
"In Spherical Trigonometry," He Concluded, "To Solve The Problem
Three Elements Must Be Known. I Knew Four. Therefore I Could Take
Each Of The Known, Treat It As Unknown, And Have Four Ways To
Check My Result. I Find That The Time Might Have Been Either Three
O'clock, Twenty-One Minutes And Twelve Seconds, In The Afternoon,
Or 3:21:31, Or 3:21:29, Or 3:21:33. The Average Is 3:21:26, And
There Can Therefore Be No Appreciable Error Except For A Few
Seconds. For That Date Must Have Been One Of Two Days, Either May
22 Or July 22. Between These Two Dates We Must Decide On Evidence
Other Than The Shadow. It Must Have Been In May, As The Immature
Condition Of The Foliage Shows. But Even If It Had Been In July,
That Is Far From Being September. The Matter Of The Year I Have
Also Settled. Weather Conditions, I Find, Were Favourable On All
These Dates Except That In September. I Can Really Answer, With An
Assurance And Accuracy Superior To That Of The Photographer
Himself--Even If He Were Honest--As To The Real Date. The Real
Picture, Aside From Being Doctored, Was Actually Taken Last May.
Science Is Not Fallible, But Exact In This Matter."
Kennedy Had Scored A Palpable Hit. Mcloughlin And Hanford Were
Speechless. Still Craig Hurried On.
"But, You May Ask, How About The Automobile Picture? That Also Is
An Unblushing Fake. Of Course I Must Prove That. In The First
Place, You Know That The General Public Has Come To Recognise The
Distortion Of A Photograph As Denoting Speed. A Picture Of A Car
In A Race That Doesn't Lean Is Rejected--People Demand To See
Speed, Speed, More Speed Even In Pictures. Distortion Does Indeed
Show Speed, But That, Too, Can Be Faked.
"Hanford Knows That The Image Is Projected Upside Down By The Lens
On The Plate, And That The Bottom Of The Picture Is Taken Before
The Top. The Camera Mechanism Admits Light, Which Makes The
Part 3 Chapter 12 (The Campaign Grafter) Pg 150Picture, In The Manner Of A Roller Blind Curtain. The Slit Travels
From The Top To The Bottom And The Image On The Plate Being
Projected Upside Down, The Bottom Of The Object Appears On The Top
Of The Plate. For Instance, The Wheels Are Taken Before The Head
Of The Driver. If The Car Is Moving Quickly The Image Moves On The
Plate And Each Successive Part Is Taken A Little In Advance Of The
Last. The Whole Leans Forward. By Widening The Slit And Slowing
The Speed Of The Shutter, There Is More Distortion.
"Now, This Is What Happened. A Picture Was Taken Of Cadwalader
Brown's Automobile, Probably At Rest, With Brown In It. The Matter
Of Faking Travis Or Any One Else By His Side Is Simple. If With An
Enlarging Lantern The Image Of This Faked Picture Is Thrown On The
Paper Like A Lantern Slide, And If The Right Hand Side Is A Little
Further Away Than The Left, The Top Further Away Than The Bottom,
You Can Print A Fraudulent High Speed Ahead Picture. True,
Everything Else In, The Picture, Even If Motionless, Is Distorted,
And The Difference Between This Faking And The Distortion Of The
Shutter Can Be Seen By An Expert. But It Will Pass. In This Case,
However, The Faker Was So Sure Of That That He Was Careless.
Instead Of Getting The Plate Further From The Paper On The Right
He Did So On The Left. It Was Further Away On The Bottom Than On
The Top. He Got Distortion All Right, Enough Still To Satisfy The
Uninitiated. But It Was Distortion In The Wrong Way! The Top Of
The Wheel, Which Goes Fastest And Ought To Be Most Indistinct, Is,
In The Fake, As Sharp As Any Other Part. It Is A Small Mistake,
But Fatal. That Picture Is Really At High Speed--Backwards! It Is
Too Raw, Too Raw."
"You Don't Think People Are Going To Swallow All That Stuff, Do
You?" Asked Hanford Coolly, In Spite Of The Exposures.
Kennedy Paid No Attention. He Was Looking At Mcloughlin. The Boss
Was Regarding Him Surlily. "Well," He Said At Length, "What Of All
This? I Had Nothing To Do With It. Why Do You Come To Me? Take It
To The Proper Parties."
"Shall I?" Asked Kennedy Quietly.
He Had Uncovered Another Picture Carefully. We Could Not See It,
But As He Looked At It Mcloughlin Fairly Staggered.
"Wh--Where Did You Get That?" He Gasped.
"I Got It Where I Got It, And It Is No Fake," Replied Kennedy
Enigmatically. Then He Appeared To Think Better Of It. "This," He
Explained, "Is What Is Known As A Pinhole Photograph. Three
Hundred Years Ago Della Porta Knew The Camera Obscura, And But For
The Lack Of A Sensitive Plate Would Have Made Photographs. A Box,
Thoroughly Light-Tight, Slotted Inside To Receive Plates, Covered
With Black, And Glued Tight, A Needle Hole Made By A Number 10
Needle In A Thin Sheet Of Paper--And You Have The Apparatus For
Lensless Photography. It Has A Correctness Such As No Image-
Forming Means By Lenses Can Have. It Is Literally Rectigraphic,
Rectilinear, It Needs No Focussing, And It Takes A Wide Angle With
Equal Effect. Even Pinhole Snapshots Are Possible Where The Light
Is Abundant, With A Ten To Fifteen Second Exposure.
"That Picture, Mcloughlin, Was Taken Yesterday At Hanford's. After
Miss Ashton Left I Saw Who Came Out, But This Picture Shows What
Happened Before. At A Critical Moment Miss Ashton Stuck A Needle
In The Wall Of The Studio, Counted Fifteen, Closed The Needle-
Hole, And There Is The Record. Walter, Hanford,--Leave Us Alone An
Instant."
When Kennedy Passed Out Of The Boss's Office There Was A Look Of
Quiet Satisfaction On His Face Which I Could Not Fathom. Not A
Word Could I Extract From Him Either That Night Or On The
Following Day, Which Was The Last Before The Election.
I Must Say That I Was Keenly Disappointed By The Lack Of
Part 3 Chapter 12 (The Campaign Grafter) Pg 151Developments, However. The Whole Thing Seemed To Me To Be A Mess.
Everybody Was Involved. What Had Miss Ashton Overheard And What
Had Kennedy Said To Mcloughlin? Above All, What Was His Game? Was
He Playing To Spare The Girl's Feelings By Allowing The Election
To Go On Without A Scandal For Travis?
At Last Election Night Arrived. We Were All At The Travis
Headquarters, Kennedy, Travis, Bennett, And Myself. Miss Ashton
Was Not Present, But The First Returns Had Scarcely Begun To
Trickle In When Craig Whispered To Me To Go Out And Find Her,
Either At Her Home Or Club. I Found Her At Home. She Had
Apparently Lost Interest In The Election, And It Was With
Difficulty That I Persuaded Her To Accompany Me. The Excitement Of
Any Other Night In The Year Paled To Insignificance Before This.
Distracted Crowds Everywhere Were Cheering And Blowing Horns. Now
A Series Of Wild Shouts Broke Forth From The Dense Mass Of People
Before A Newspaper Bulletin Board. Now Came Sullen Groans, Hisses,
And Catcalls, Or All Together With Cheers As The Returns Swung In
Another Direction. Not Even Baseball Could Call Out Such A Crowd
As This. Lights Blazed Everywhere. Automobiles Honked And Ground
Their Gears. The Lobster Palaces Were Thronged. Police Were
Everywhere. People With Horns And Bells And All Manner Of Noise-
Making Devices Pushed Up One Side Of The Thoroughfares And Down
The Other. Hungrily, Ravenously They Were Feeding On The Meagre
Bulletins Of News.
Yet Back Of All The Noise And Human Energy I Could Only Think Of
The Silent, Systematic Gathering And Editing Of The News. High Up
In The League Headquarters, When We Returned, A Corps Of Clerks
Was Tabulating Returns, Comparing Official And Semi-Official
Reports. As First The State Swung One Way, Then Another, Our Hopes
Rose And Fell. Miss Ashton Seemed Cold And Ill At Ease, While
Travis Looked More Worried And Paid Less Attention To The Returns
Than Would Have Seemed Natural. She Avoided Him And He Seemed To
Hesitate To Seek Her Out.
Would The Up-State Returns, I Had Wondered At First, Be Large
Enough To Overcome The Hostile
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