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Cameron is very bitter against you." "That's because I ran away," Fremont said, gravely. "What about Jim Scoby?" "The watchman has disappeared," was the reply. "He left with a Mexican called Felix who occupied a room in the building. The police are after them." "And of course they are looking for me egged on by Mrs. Cameron?"
Cameron came back and found you three in the suite?" Nestor went on. Big Bob shook his head. "You left before he returned?" Another shake of the head, then the man whispered: "Scoby was watching for him outside." The night watchman seemed like a man about to throw a fit. He writhed about the floor, regardless of his injured leg, and tried to reach the speaker.
You wanted him to try to escape and have him shot down by another?" "Yes, that was my plan. And Scoby and Felix if necessary. I came here for that." "Great Scott!" whispered Frank. "I reckon this chap got just what was coming to him! Only he ought to be hanged!" "Hush!" whispered Nestor. "Look!"
Don Miguel glared at Scoby, but said nothing. "He says Cameron was well and hearty when he went in there. Well, Cameron wasn't well at all when he went in there, and I don't believe there was anybody in there between us. You search him for a reason." "Were the lights on when you went in there?" asked Nestor. "Yes," was the reply. "And you switched them off?" Scoby nodded and glanced toward Felix,
"Say," said, Shaw, "the newcomer is tying Felix and Scoby up, and the miners have all taken to their heels. What do you think of that?" "I think that our friend, the third man, needs a guide up the mountain, and is not at all particular how he gets one. The Mexican seems to be the one he wants." "He's got his nerve," Frank grinned.
"Yes; Felix and myself," was the unexpected reply. "It is a lie!" shouted Scoby. "I never saw him that night." "You'll see stars in a minute, if you have got a broken leg, if you keep on interrupting!" said the secret service man, and Scoby subsided for the time being. "Was the door locked when you entered?" A nod from Big bob. "And was Mr.
The logic of the case seemed to be sound enough. Any one of the three men might have committed the crime with which Fremont was charged. Two of the three were sleeping in that tent, while the third one was expected. What connection could there be between the man in evening dress and the sullen Scoby and the villainous Felix?
The boy came running into my room on the night of the tragedy and almost pulled me out of bed, saying that a member of the Black Bear Patrol was in trouble." "What do you want to know about the building?" "I was wondering if Jim Scoby, the night watchman, was permitted to carry a key to the Cameron suite.
"Well, let us take it for granted that Scoby was not permitted to carry a key and that he had one made, for some purpose of his own. What does that lead up to?" "I found this key in front of the safe," Nestor continued, after a moment's deliberation. "It was undoubtedly dropped there by one of the men who visited the rooms that night. I have been wondering if it was the watchman."
Big Bob nodded, but did not stop there. "I wanted to take no chances," he said, with a choke in his voice. "I wanted the property! I did not care for the mine especially, but I told Scoby that that was my motive the securing of the description. I wanted to clear my title to the entire estate.
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