Fremont motioned for him to go on, but Nestor laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Let me see if I can't help you," he said.

"I think I can state the case now.

You were waiting about the building to secure the Tolford papers, and Scoby 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.