I came here to accompany Mr.Cameron home, and found everything just as you see it now." A smile of disbelief flitted over the other's face, but he did not speak.
"I hadn't been in here half a minute when you came in," Fremont went on.

"I had just switched on the lights when I heard a noise in here and there Mr.Cameron lay.

I was going to the 'phone when you entered." "Tell it to the judge," the other said, grimly.
Fremont dropped into a chair and put a hand to his head.

Of course.
There would be a judge, and a jury, and a crowded court room, and columns in the newspapers.

He had read of such cases, and knew how reporters convicted the accused in advance of action by the courts.
"Where did you get that badge ?" the intruder demanded, stepping forward as Fremont lifted his arm.