There was not a soul about in the street, and the ringing of the bell at the bank-house door, and the loud knock which Mallalieu gave in supplement to it, seemed to wake innumerable echoes.

And proof as he believed himself to be against such slight things, the sudden opening of a window above his head made him jump.
The startled bank-manager, hurrying down to his midnight visitor in his dressing-gown and slippers, stood aghast when he had taken the Mayor within and learned his errand.
"Certainly!" he said.

"Kitely was in the bank today, about noon--I attended to him myself.

That's the second time he's been here since he came to the town.

He called here a day or two after he first took that house from Mr.Cotherstone--to cash a draft for his quarter's pension.
He told me then who he was.