five minutes to three
Stranger things have been done in the name of worship . Was it not possible that the lost thousands were molded into that lustrous image ? That the goldsmith had formed it of the pure and precious metal , and set it there , through some hope of a perhaps disordered brain to propitiate the saints and pave the way to his own selfish glory ? That afternoon , at five minutes to three , Robbins entered the chapel door of the Little Sisters of Samaria . He saw , in the dim light , a crowd of perhaps a hundred people gathered to attend the sale . Most of them were members of various religious orders , priests and churchmen , come to purchase the paraphernalia of the chapel , lest they fall into desecrating hands . Others were business men and agents come to bid upon the realty .