You had bribed him to do it.

It was your idea that if Cameron was killed no one would ever be able to detect the substitution of the false will for the original one." Big Bob nodded, but did not stop there.
"I wanted to take no chances," he said, with a choke in his voice.

"I wanted the property! I did not care for the mine especially, but I told Scoby that that was my motive--the securing of the description.

I wanted to clear my title to the entire estate.

If the boy working there that night had not followed Fremont into the room, he, Fremont, would have been attacked also." "Then Fremont stood in your way ?" asked Nestor.
Fremont, remembering Big Bob's talk with him about his early association with Mr.Cameron, his mention of the will, bent closer, a startled expression on his face.
"Yes, he stood in my way," was the reply.