"
"Yes, I know the police are after me," said Fremont, gravely. "There
is some one who is keeping them posted as to our movements. It appears
to me that this crime was directed against me as well as against
Mr. Cameron. What are you going to do now?"
"Do?" demanded the other. "Do? I'm going to stay here and fight for
you. What else could I do? And I'm going to write to father and tell
him all about the case, and say you are innocent, and he'll show the
other newspapers where to head in at."
"We've got to get the proof first," said Fremont. "The case looks dark
for me," Fremont added with a sigh. "Nestor will soon be here, and
he'll be glad to see you."
"I hope he'll come before the police, do," said Frank. "I'll tell you,
old man, that they're hot after that reward. They know you're in this
hotel. I don't doubt that they know the room you're in. You've got
to beat it, I tell you."
"I've got to wait for Ned Nestor," said Fremont.
"Say," said Shaw, "do you know who it is that brought you here?"
"Ned Nestor, of course."
"But do you know who he is? He's the best amateur detective in the
world. He's always looking for a chance to help those accused of
crime. Even the high police officers of New York ask him to look
into cases for them. Some day he'll be at the head of the United
States secret service department. You see. He'll get you through
if any one can. Leave it to him. Here's some one coming now. Perhaps
it is Ned.
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