five o'clock
`` Drop me at the Fifth Avenue Bank , Edith . I want to leave something in my safety box downstairs . Sha 'n' t be more than five minutes . '' He got down from the automobile at 44th Street and shot across the sidewalk into the bank , casting quick , apprehensive glances through the five o'clock crowd on the avenue as he sprinted . In his hand he lugged the heavy , weatherbeaten pack . His sister and the Countess stared after him in amazement . Presently he emerged from the bank , still carrying the bag .