After leaving the Tombs, the murderer took a Bleecker Street car, and, drawing a newspaper from his pocket, seemed to read it with the utmost unconcern.
Not in the slightest degree did he regret his bloody crime. He did not forget it; it was too fresh in his mind for that; nor did he strive to.
Wilbur was the incarnation of villainy, and at that moment he looked upon himself as a most abused person.
He had lost his money; by killing the man who could have returned it to him, he satisfied his revenge; but still that was not the money.
Wilbur left the car at Sixth Avenue, and, after walking a few blocks, entered a place called “The Cat and Kittens.”
He knew this to be a favorite resort of Greer, and, having a drink, he went into a rear room to wait for him.
Wilbur did not inquire for Elmer at the bar, fearing that when the latter entered and was told a man was waiting for him in the back room, he might take fright and go away again.
For many hours did the banker’s son await the coming of Greer, and at least every fifteen minutes he called for a drink, which resulted in his becoming quite tipsy.
It was near midnight when he heard Elmer’s voice in the barroom, and he went to him.
Greer was surprised to see him, but when Wilbur beckoned, he followed him to the back room.