"Will you tell me where you spent the evening, and with whom ?" Fremont told of the meeting of the Black Bear Patrol, of the plans which had been made at the club-room, and of his parting with Frank Shaw at the corner.
"Frank will know what time it was when he left me," said the boy, hopefully, "and the taxicab driver will know what time it was when he left me at the door of the building.

That ought to settle it." "It might," was the grave reply, "if Mr.Cameron would not speak those accusing words.

Your danger lies there now.

For my part, I believe that, as I said before, the words are more an appeal to you for assistance than an accusation, but the police will want to arrest some one for the crime, and so they will doubtless lock you up without bail until there is a change in the injured man's condition." "The police are dubs!" exclaimed Jimmie.
"We have to figure on the working of their alleged minds if they are," said Nestor.
Then he turned to Fremont and asked: "You were on good terms with Mr.Cameron ?" "Yes; well, we had a few words at dinner to-night about office work.

We did not quarrel, exactly, of course, but he seemed to think that I ought to pay more attention to my duties, and I told him I was studying hard, and that I was doing my best." "Did he appear to be satisfied with the explanation ?" "Yes, sir." "You are friendly with the other members of the family ?" "Yes, sir; though I hardly think Mrs.Cameron likes me.