"It might," was the grave reply, "if Mr. Cameron would not speak
those accusing words. Your danger lies there now. For my part, I
believe that, as I said before, the words are more an appeal to you
for assistance than an accusation, but the police will want to arrest
some one for the crime, and so they will doubtless lock you up without
bail until there is a change in the injured man's condition."

"The police are dubs!" exclaimed Jimmie.

"We have to figure on the working of their alleged minds if they are,"
said Nestor.

Then he turned to Fremont and asked:

"You were on good terms with Mr. Cameron?"

"Yes; well, we had a few words at dinner to-night about office work.
We did not quarrel, exactly, of course, but he seemed to think that I
ought to pay more attention to my duties, and I told him I was studying
hard, and that I was doing my best."

"Did he appear to be satisfied with the explanation?"

"Yes, sir."

"You are friendly with the other members of the family?"

"Yes, sir; though I hardly think Mrs. Cameron likes me. She thinks
her husband favors me above his own sons."