A Wall Street murder has Manhattan high society gossiping about what went wrong
AS Wall Street investor Thomas Gilbert Sr. stood under the giant elm trees shading Princeton Universityâs stately Nassau Hall, on a sunny June commencement day in 2009, he saw a gleaming future for his son, Thomas Jr.
âHeâs going to run a hedge fund!â the senior Gilbert, also a Princeton alumnus, said with pride when asked what the handsome, 6-foot-3, blond-haired Tommy planned to do with his economics degree. But things turned out very differently.
Tommy, now 30, never worked after graduating and lived off his parentsâ handouts. On January 4, he was arrested on suspicion of shooting his 70-year-old father in the head, inside his parentsâ eighth-floor Manhattan apartment.
Tabloids and TV news were riveted by the drama of the wealthy scion, who, according to an indictment, killed his father on a Sunday afternoon with a .40-caliber Glock pistol after asking his mother, Shelley, to run out and fetch him a sandwich.
When she returned to her tony, Beekman Place apartment, shortly after 3:15pm, Tommy was gone and her husband was dead in the bedroom, the Glock not so artfully placed on his chest, as if to suggest suicide.
She called 911 and reported that she thought Tommy had murdered his father, court papers show.
When the police descended on Tommyâs shabby, one-bedroom apartment in New York Cityâs Chelsea neighbourhood, around 11pm, having tracked him down by pinging his iPhone and having ordered him to return to his apartment, they found ammunition for a .40 Glock, a Glock manual and carrying case, a speedloader, a red dot site for a handgun, 21 blank credit cards and a âskimmerâ device used to steal credit-card numbers.
Arrested, Tommy was indicted by the Manhattan district attorneyâs office a few days later.
The details of the Tommy Gilbert case have captured the imagination of a certain portion of society in Manhattan and the Hamptons.
After all, if money, good looks, an Ivy League education and an entree to Wall Street arenât sufficient ingredients for happiness and success, what are?
âPeople are calling him a monster, but the person I knew wasnât a monster,â a former Princeton classmate tells Newsweek.
âHe was a human and a likable one.â
Marc Agnifilo, a lawyer for Tommy, declined to comment.
With his J. Crew looks (and a closet full of J. Crew clothes, according to a former girlfriend, Anna Rothschild), Tommy seemed like a classic New York WASP.
He enjoyed the best education, starting with the elite Buckley School, in Manhattan, and the Deerfield Academy boarding school, in Massachusetts.
The family belonged to the obsessively exclusive Maidstone Club, in fashionable East Hampton, New York, close to where Tommyâs father and mother own a house, worth more than $10m, in the elite Georgica Association enclave.
Nearly every weekend, even in winter, Tommy surfed the notoriously rough waves off Montauk, and he went to NASA space camp as a child, a former Princeton classmate said.
âI remember him saying once, after graduation, âI always wanted to work thereâ,â the classmate said.
Shelley, a former debutante and the daughter of an AT&T executive, attended the all-female Ethel Walker boarding school, in Simsbury, Connecticut, and the all-female Hollins College, in Virginia, two institutions known to draw proper, well-heeled young women.
She worked briefly at a New York investment bank that later became known as Rothschild Inc. Shelleyâs society wedding, in 1981, to Thomas Sr., at St. Bartholomewâs church on Park Avenue, a Byzantine-Romanesque structure in which Vanderbilts worshipped, was followed three years later by Tommyâs birth.
As blogs bristled with barbs about a âspoiled bratâ and âtrust-fund baby,â NYPD chief of detectives, Robert Boyce, indicated at a press conference on January 5 that money was behind the ghastly crime.
The senior Gilbert had been paying the $2,400-a-month rent on Tommyâs apartment, and New Yorkâs tabloids reported that Tommy was not happy with his fatherâs threat to cut his weekly allowance to $300, from $400 â hardly a princely sum in Manhattan.
Tommy is âclearly a bright, troubled kidâ who had a âdifficult relationship with both parents,â says a person close to him, who spoke on condition of anonymity. âHe needs serious psychiatric, long-term treatment.â
While no evidence has emerged of a diagnosed mental-health problem, there were disturbing signs. Last September 18, court records show, Tommy was charged by police in Southampton with violating a June 2014 protection order taken out by Peter Smith Jr., whose father rode the Hampton Jitney bus on weekends, from Manhattan, with Tommyâs father.
Three days earlier, in nearby Sagaponack, the Smith home, a 17th century historic mansion, had burned to the ground. Lisa Costa, a detective with the Southampton police who is investigating the fire, says Gilbert is a âperson of interestâ in the blaze.
Tommy spent the five years since he left Princeton surfing, practicing Bikram yoga, working out, eating sushi and watching Netflix, says Rothschild, who dated him in early 2014.
Rothschild, a 49-year-old Manhattan socialite who runs a public-relations firm and who is 19 years older than Tommy, encouraged him to attend black-tie gala events, where he would sip one glass of wine, at most.
Until he moved into the Chelsea apartment in May, 2014, he lived in a dark, cramped, basement studio apartment, also paid for by his father, near 86th Street and Lexington Avenue, where the Upper East Side starts to turn from pricey to gritty.
âTommy was quite well-dressed and very clean, but that studio,â with ragged furniture and a television with no cable service, âwas appalling,â says a person who saw it.
His signature trait, friends and former classmates say, was his quietness. âBasically, he has no friends, his phone didnât ring and nobody texted him,â says Rothschild.
When Tommy told her he was interested in acting, she said she told him, âI donât think thatâs the best option for you, because you donât talk a lot.â
Tommy didnât talk, not even to his former Princeton classmate, about why he had graduated two years later than expected, though court papers show he was busted for drugs on the eve of his original graduation date, in 2007.
âHe seemed kind of gentle, but insecure,â that former classmate says. âHe always seemed ambivalent. He was sweet, but he seemed abnormally calm. He wasnât even anxious about his thesis.â
The 64-page thesis, titled âThe Word Effect: Effects of the Word Content in the Financial Times on Firmsâ Earnings in the U.K.,â is lightweight by Princeton standards.
Wei Xiong, the economics professor who was Tommyâs thesis adviser, says: âI honestly donât remember this student.â
Despite his fatherâs bold prediction at that commencement, Tommy was sceptical of Wall Street. He saw it as âhaving way too much power and control,â the former classmate says. Others say that was a reflection of his attitude to his father, who was also a Harvard Business School graduate.
âHe would talk about how anything he attempted to do, it wasnât good enough,â for his father, Rothschild says. âHe probably figured, âWhatâs the point of having a jobâ?â
Last May, Tommy did register a hedge fund, though it never raised any money, securities filings show.
In an industry in which fund names convey meaning, he called his the Mameluke Capital Fund. The Mamelukes were medieval slaves, who rose up against their Egyptian rulers in 1250 and held on to power for nearly three centuries.
While wealthy in absolute terms, the Gilbert family was not especially rich by New York standards. A will filed in Manhattan Surrogate Court shows Gilbert Sr.âs estate worth $1.627 m.
Slayer laws would prevent Tommy from inheriting his one-third share, if convicted of murder.
In a possible sign of a cash crunch, according to a former colleague of the father, the Gilberts listed their East Hampton home for sale last month for $11.5m. (The listing was cancelled after the murder.)
Thomas Gilbert Sr. âwas driven by power, money and success,â said the former colleague, and particularly in recent years, as he struggled to grow a small hedge fund, Wainscott Capital Management, that he had started in 2011 after four decades in private equity.
The older Gilbert would typically sleep only four to five hours a night and fire off emails at 4 am that were âfrenetic,â this person says.
Frenetic was the last word people would use to describe Tommy.
At the Main Beach Surf Shop in East Hampton, George âMcSurferâ McKee remembers Tommy as someone who always took the path of least resistance, who was âa little below-average in turning and catching waves. He was kind of fooling around.â
While he always had plenty of surfboards, he avoided the tough-to-control short boards, preferring a longer, wider âfishtailâ board. âHe would always,â McKee says, âride the easiest one to ride.â


