“You admit that you are a thief?” said Wilbur. “Cowards like you fear the hangman too much to commit murder. When I die, I hope it is on the gallows that I may spite and disgrace everyone belonging to me. Still, I trust it may be long before my turn comes.”
Greer got up as if to leave, but at the other’s look he again seated himself.
“Did you know that the money at police headquarters, I mean our share of it, is lost to us forever?” asked Elmer.
“You need not worry over that,” said Wilbur. “He has probably provided for you in his will. You were such a good friend of his. The foul fiend preserve me from such friends.”
The banker’s son swallowed a glass of liquor and continued:
“You have also robbed me; that is why I waited to see you.”
“Robbed you? You lie!” exclaimed Greer, becoming angry.
“Had you not broken into the safe, nearly a hundred thousand dollars, which was mine, would now be in my possession and Tom Smith would be alive. You it was who really brought about this murder.”
Greer winced, but he soon recovered his usual coolness.
“What do I care for you or your money?” he said.