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Scoby fixed his gaze on the brandy flask longingly, and Nestor saw that he was bargaining for another drink of the liquid. "Very well," he said. "Tell me what I want to know, and you shall have more." "What do you want to know?" growled Scoby. "How did you manage to escape from the secret service men?" "We, Felix and I, got away while they were arranging for a boat to cross to San Jose.
However, Scoby and Felix are not sincere in their statements. There is something they are not telling." "Well," Frank observed, "we ought to be getting down to brass tacks. If we get Fremont away from those ruffians to-night he'll want to be jumping at something right away, and there ought to be a line of work laid out." "Don't get excited," laughed Nestor. "We're getting along pretty well.
Another nod. Fremont motioned for him to go on, but Nestor laid a hand on his shoulder. "Let me see if I can't help you," he said. "I think I can state the case now. You were waiting about the building to secure the Tolford papers, and Scoby and Felix were with you. After the departure of Don Miguel you caused a telephone call to be sent to Mr.
It was plain that the words, together with his previous exertions and pain, had taken the nerve all out of the fellow. "But Scoby did not do this of his own notion," Nestor went on, remorselessly. "It was done by your orders. You had bribed him to do it. It was your idea that if Cameron was killed no one would ever be able to detect the substitution of the false will for the original one."
When Fremont entered the rooms, after all these visits, he found Mr. Cameron unconscious. "It seems reasonable to suppose that one of you three men attacked Mr. Cameron either Jim Scoby, Felix, or yourself, Don Miguel. We do not know which one dealt the blow, or whether you were all in the conspiracy against him, so we are taking you back to New York for trial.
"We came to look for the mine," was the impatient reply. "And you found it, and left Felix there?" Scoby's haggard face again contorted with anger. "There is no mine!" he almost shouted. "We have been on a fool errand! The map is a fake and a lie!" The boys glanced at each other and smiled triumphantly. Scoby caught the expression on their faces and dropped back hopelessly.
The acute pain of the operation and the stimulating drink that was given him caused Scoby to open his eyes and, screaming with the agony of the injury, look about the room. His pale features contorted with rage or some other strong emotion, as he looked upon the renegade. Big Bob eyed the fellow malevolently.
We can work out the problem of the heirship later on. Tell us what took place in the Cameron suite on the night you went there last the night of the crime." "Let him tell the truth, then!" almost shouted Jim Scoby. "Let him tell the thing as he found it!" "So you saw him there that night?" asked Nestor, turning to Scoby. "Let him answer!" was the rasping reply. "Only make him tell the truth!
I was disappointed in the outcome of the negotiations, but I did not ask for the letters. They were confidential, and Mr. Cameron promised to regard them as such. When I left his office, Mr. Cameron was at work at his desk. That is all I have to say." "And I was in that suite that night," Jim Scoby broke in. "I went in with a key I had had made, for the night-lock was on.
Jimmie does not know whether he was or not, and I thought you might have heard Fremont talking about matters there." "I presume Fremont can tell you all about that. Suppose Scoby did have a key? What of it? Fremont says Mr. Cameron locked himself in that night, or was to do so, and that shows that the man who did the job did not need a key. He must have been admitted by Mr. Cameron."
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