Her hat was not
straight and her hands were shaking. 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 to
morrow, 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. "If that is the case, you
will have no difficulty in establishing the fact in a few
minutes' time."
Eileen turned and left the bank, and it seemed that she was
almost swaying. Linda stood a second with narrowed eyes, in deep
thought.
"I think," she said at last, deep down in her heart, "that it
looks precious much as if there had been a bit of transgression
in this affair. It looks, too, as if 'the way of the
transgressor' were a darned hard way.
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