"I want to tell you who attacked Cameron!" he said.
A string of curses escaped the lips of the watchman, but they
were almost unnoticed in the excitement caused by the words of
the dying man.
Nestor and Fremont drew nearer at a motion from Big Bob. Seeing
that his profanity did not avail, the watchman set up a loud cry,
in fact, a succession of loud cries, as if with the intention of
drowning the voice of the speaker. He was silenced only when one
of the secret service men threatened him with a billet of wood
picked up from the floor.
"I reckon this story ain't goin' to do that geezer no good!" Jimmie
said, in a shrill whisper which brought smiles to the faces of his
companions.
"Sure not!" returned Frank. "This is the fourth man, and he was
there that night. Can you guess whom he will accuse?" he added,
with an eager glance at Jimmie, who promptly shook his head and
came closer to the group on the hearth.
"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."
Seeing that the man would not be likely to survive long enough to
tell the story as he had begun, Nestor said:
"Wouldn't it answer if I asked you questions on the points we are
most interested in clearing up? We can get through quicker that way."
Big Bob nodded, and the boy asked:
"You saw Don Miguel there?"
"Yes; he was there.
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