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"Why don't you have the two of them pinched, so Fremont won't have all this trouble on his mind? The Mexican is somewhere about here, and Jim Scoby can't be far away, as the newspapers say he ran away from New York. Why couldn't you have studied this out that night?" "Don't rush conclusions," smiled Nestor. "I said there were several people in the suite that night.
"I reckon you have that right," Frank said, "and he got Scoby to work with him." "I'm going to let him go ahead with his search," the patrol leader said. "He may show the way to the mine. Anyway, it is a chance worth taking. Otherwise, I might, as you advise, arrest him and the watchman with him. But here, again, this third suspect intervenes."
"You have some other reason for supposing it was Scoby," Frank said. "Go one and tell me about it." "Yes, there is another reason." Nestor continued, smiling at the quick way Frank had taken him up. "I found this Grand Army button and this cloth raveling in front of the safe, too, not far from where the key was discovered." "Well, did the watchman wear a Grand Army coat that night?" asked Frank.
You see, this Don Miguel might have struck the blow and left the offices open and at the mercy of the others. Now you see how useless it is to draw hasty conclusions." "That's so. He might," Frank admitted. "No trouble to get Scoby, anyway," said Nestor. "He is asleep in that tent, and here are more exhibits in the case another Grand Army button and another raveling.
Then, anxious to learn what other untruths the fellow would relate, he asked: "You know Jim Scoby, the night watchman, and Felix, the Mexican?" "I know nothing of them," was the reply. The two walked on side by side for some time in silence, the big fellow turning now and then to look with disapproval at the smiling face of the boy.
I found Cameron unconscious on the couch. Felix, the man who sits there, entered with me. We were after the mine paper, and we got a copy of it. He will tell you whether what I have said is the truth." "What Scoby says is the truth," Felix grunted. The three prisoners had the earnestness of men telling the truth.
"What is the meaning of this outrage?" demanded the man addressed. "We are citizens of Mexico, going about our legitimate business." "You are mistaken," replied the lieutenant, grimly. "You three," indicating Don Miguel, Felix and Scoby, "are citizens of the United States. We are in the secret service of your government, and place you under arrest for treason and robbery.
"I had been hanging around the Cameron building for some days," Big Bob began, feebly, "hoping to get a look at the Tolford papers. I had bribed Scoby, and he was helping me all he could. It was for me that he got the key to the suite made."
"I have a faint hint of a motive humming in my brain," Nestor answered, "but it is not sufficiently well developed to talk about now. There was something afoot in the building that night that has not yet come to the surface." "You surely don't believe the tales told by Scoby and Felix, or by Don Miguel, either?" asked Frank. "They may be telling the truth, or part of the truth.
"You chaps appear to know each other pretty well," Nestor said, glancing from one to the other. "It would be interesting to know where and when, and under what circumstances, you last met." The wounded men glared at each other but made no reply. Big Bob then turned his head away with an exclamation of rage. Scoby pointed to the brandy bottle and moved his white lips.
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