the hour of two
So the dark tide overwhelmed Duane , and when he left the room he was fierce , implacable , steeled to any outcome , quick like a panther , somber as death , in the thrall of his strange passion . There was no excitement in the street . He crossed to the bank corner . A clock inside pointed the hour of two . He went through the door into the vestibule , looked around , passed up the steps into the bank . The clerks were at their desks , apparently busy . But they showed nervousness .