Cameron unconscious and likely to die--no, sir."
"There was silence for a moment, and then Fremont asked:
"Do you think they will lock me up, sir?"
"The police will want to do something at once," was the reply. "They
like to make a flash, as the boys say on the Bowery."
"Suppose I send for a man high in authority, here now, and tell him
the truth?" suggested Fremont. "Wouldn't I stand a better show
than if the matter passed through the hands of some ambitious detective?"
"They are all ambitious," was the non-committal reply.
"You keep the whole matter out of the hands of the cops until you know
just what you want to do," advised Jimmie. "I don't like the cops.
They pinched me once for shootin' craps."
After further talk, Fremont decided to leave the course to be taken
entirely to his new friends, and that point was considered closed.
Then Nestor turned to another phase of the matter. Mr. Cameron needed
immediate attention, but the office must be looked over before others were
called in, so he set about it, Fremont and Jimmie looking on in wonder.
First Nestor went to the door opening into the corridor and examined
every inch of the floor and rug until he came to the front of the safe.
Then he went through the big desk, carefully, and patiently. Three or
four times the boys saw him lift something from the floor, or from the
desk, and place it in a pocket. He spent a long time over a packet of
papers which he took from a drawer of the desk.
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