Without realizing that she was doing it, Linda stepped behind one of the huge marble pillars supporting the ceiling and stood there breathlessly, watching Eileen.

She could gather that she was discussing the bank ledger which lay before the teller and that he was refusing something that Eileen was imploring him to do.

Linda thought she understood what it was.

Then very clearly Eileen's voice, sharp and strained, reached her ears.
"You mean that you are refusing to pay me my deposits on my private account ?" she cried; and Linda could also hear the response.
"I am very sorry if it annoys or inconveniences you, Miss Strong, but since the settlement of the estate takes place tomorrow, our orders are to pay out no funds in any way connected with the estate until after that settlement has been arranged." "But this is my money, my own private affair," begged Eileen.

"The estate has nothing to do with it." "I am sorry," repeated the teller.