Fearful that Big Bob would not have the strength to speak the words which appeared to be forming on his lips, he bent over him and whispered: "What about that night in the Cameron building?
We can work out the problem of the heirship later on.

Tell us what took place in the Cameron suite on the night you went there last--the night of the crime." "Let him tell the truth, then!" almost shouted Jim Scoby.

"Let him tell the thing as he found it!" "So you saw him there that night ?" asked Nestor, turning to Scoby.
"Let him answer!" was the rasping reply.

"Only make him tell the truth! He might put the crime on the wrong shoulders." It was long after midnight now, and the storm had died out.

Save for an occasional dash of rain and an infrequent roll of electricity over the mountains, the night was normal, and here and there a star crept out to meet the coming dawn.
"I was in the Cameron building that night," Big Bob said, glancing painfully in the direction of the night watchman.