Cameron--a call taking him to another part of the building.
Is that right?"
The injured man smiled faintly and nodded.
"There were no telephone calls there that night!" howled the
night watchman. "He is lying to you!"
"Mr. Cameron left the room, locking it after him," Nestor went on,
"and you three entered and began looking for the Tolford papers?
Is that right?"
Another nod from the big fellow on the floor.
"And you found the papers, after searching the safe and the desk,
and Felix held the mine description while you copied it?"
"He read it off to me," was the reply.
"Now, what other paper in the Tolford envelope did you copy?"
This question brought a shake of the head.
"The will was there?"
"Yes," huskily.
"And you took that away with you, leaving a forged instrument in its place?"
It was now Fremont's turn to look amazed. He turned to Nestor
with an eager look in his eyes.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
Nestor motioned for him to remain quiet. It was clear that
Big Bob's hours were numbered, even his minutes.
"You are one of the heirs to the Tolford estate, and you objected
to the manner in which the property was left by Julius Tolford,
especially as it was left mostly to Cole Tolford and his heirs.
So you made a new will, as much like the old one as you could
manage, and left it in the envelope?"
"Yes, I did that!"
"I thought so," said Nestor. "And you made a bad job out of it,
for I had no difficulty in discovering the deception when I looked
through the papers that night.
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