and Felix were with you. After the departure of Don
Miguel you caused a telephone call to be sent to Mr. 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. The false will was on stained paper, like the
other instruments, but the others were stained with age, while the one
you introduced into the lot was colored with chemicals."

Big Bob nodded and looked with astonishment at the boy.

"And Mr. Cameron came back and found you three in the suite?" Nestor
went on.

Big Bob shook his head.

"You left before he returned?"

Another shake of the head, then the man whispered:

"Scoby was watching for him outside."

The night watchman seemed like a man about to throw a fit. He writhed
about the floor, regardless of his injured leg, and tried to reach the
speaker.

"And Scoby struck him down?" asked Nestor.

There was a strained silence in the room as they all waited for the
reply, already suggested by Big Bob's previous words.

"Yes," he wh