Dick Denton was to go to New York the next day and see Elmer, and if he did not give the money he had promised, they determined to open negotiations with the banker’s family.
They felt sure the reward would be paid, but it would be dangerous for them to make approaches openly.
The negro brought nearly a gallon of liquor, and, when the three men retired, they were intoxicated. Dick was up at daybreak, and, after awakening his pal, started for New York.
In the morning paper, which he purchased on the cars, he read of the murder of Smith in the Tombs and of the killing of Wilbur at the “Cat and Kittens.”
It was to that place he intended to go to look for Greer, but he was afraid to go near the saloon now, knowing that detectives would be watching it.
He knew of another place where Elmer frequently visited, in Commerce Street, and he made his way thither, going zigzag across town through quiet streets.
Dick was in luck.
He met Greer going into the place, and they went in together.
“I suppose you know what I want?” said Denton.
“Money, I should say.”