But the night before she had not noticed that the track turned and twisted many times before it reached the corner where they changed for the East Side car, and she had not noticed how long it took to travel the distance.

Rigid with anxiety lest she should pass the place she kept a sharp look-out, till she began to fear that she must have already done so, and finally mustered up courage to tell the conductor the name of the bank at which she wished to stop.
"Quarter of an hour away, Miss," he answered shortly.

So she relaxed her tension a trifle, but not her vigilance.

There were a thousand things to look at, but she dared not become too interested, for fear the conductor should forget her destination, and she should pass it.
At last she spied the grim forbidding building for which she was watching, and almost the next instant was going up the steps, just three minutes before the clock inside pointed to the hour of opening.

She could not see the time, however, as the heavy iron doors were closed, and the moments before they were swung open seemed endless.