It was the important conclusion that was denied.
"If you found Mr.Cameron lying there unconscious," Nestor asked of Scoby, "why didn't you summon help?
You had no cause for enmity against him, had you ?" "I wasn't there as first aid to the wounded," replied Scoby, sullenly.
"I was there on business, and in danger of being caught at it, at that.
Besides, I looked Cameron over, and thought he was out for the count and nothing more.

Why don't you ask that foxy-looking guy over there," pointing to Don Miguel, "what he done it for ?" Don Miguel glared at Scoby, but said nothing.
"He says Cameron was well and hearty when he went in there.

Well, Cameron wasn't well at all when he went in there, and I don't believe there was anybody in there between us.

You search him for a reason." "Were the lights on when you went in there ?" asked Nestor.
"Yes," was the reply.
"And you switched them off ?" Scoby nodded and glanced toward Felix, "How long was it after you left the room that Fremont came up ?" Both men refused to make any definite statement as to this, and Nestor saw that they were concealing something, that he had struck a feature of the case upon which they had made no agreement as to what should be told and what kept secret.
"These men are trying to put their crime on me," Don Miguel now said, fury in his tone.

"They know that I left Mr.Cameron working at his desk.