"After we leave the building you must call a surgeon and see that Mr.Cameron is cared for.

The surgeon will call the police if he thinks it advisable." "The cops will geezle me," wailed Jimmie.
"I think not," was the reply; "not if you tell them the truth.

Make it as easy for Fremont as you can by saying that he had been here only a minute when you came in, and that he had just entered the building.
You may say, too, that we have gone out to look up a clue we found here, in the hope of discovering the assassin.

Tell the truth, and they can't tangle you up." "They can lock me up," said the boy.

"I'll call a surgeon an' duck.
You see if I don't.