Elmer made a significant gesture, that of slipping a noose about his neck.
“Then it was you that finished Wilbur?”
“He would have ended me if I didn’t,” replied Greer, “and as one of us had to die, I preferred it should be him.”
“Well, you leave us in a nice hole.”
“Climb out of it. I can’t help you; everything has gone to smash, but not through any fault of mine.”
“I wish I never had had anything to do with the business,” said Denton. “Look what we have gone through and for what, five hundred dollars a piece—Skip without getting anything. I would advise you to keep out of his way.”
Greer laughed and said:
“We won’t meet in a hurry. Do anything you like with Hilton Field; kill him if you choose, I don’t care. If Smith had not been a fool and literally given himself to Nick Carter, all hands would be rolling in wealth. Good-day; tell Skip I was asking for him.”
Elmer turned on his heel and left the place.
“Well, if that ain’t rather cool,” muttered Dick. “If Skip was here he would serve him as he did Rusty Owens. What a herd of asses we were to be taken in by that fellow.”