“I came from Norwalk to see you,” was the reply. “Where are my money and bonds?”
“There are ten thousand dollars deposited in your name in the Bank of North America,” answered Smith.
“Ten thousand! why, I gave you more than that to invest. Then there are the profits; they must amount to ten times that sum.”
“Did you not hear about it?” the broker asked.
“About what?”
“The robbery of my safe by Elmer Greer and some of his friends.”
“Elmer Greer!” exclaimed Wilbur; “did that vagabond rob you? I heard of an attempted robbery in your office.”
“Oh, yes. Greer and the others were caught,” said Smith; “there are three of them on the tier below this. The police took the money from them and it is now at headquarters.”
“I know all that,” remarked Wilbur, “but I did not know Greer was in the job. The rascal passed last night at my house. When I again meet him there will be a circus, and I’ll be the leading performer.”
“Indeed, I would be glad if you killed him,” was the pious wish expressed by the broker. “Were it not for him, I wouldn’t be here. Like a fool I allowed him to draw me into the thing.”