nine o'clock
`` If I want to go back I 'll just say I went after my insurance book , '' she chuckled to herself as she sped down the street in the direction of the hospital . Arrived at the big building she asked to see the list of patients taken in on the day of Betty 's wedding , and succeeded in getting a pretty accurate description of each one , sufficient at least to satisfy her that Betty was not among them . Then she asked a few more bold questions , and came away fully convinced that Betty had never been in that hospital . By this time it was nine o'clock , and she meant to take the evening train for Boston , which left , she was sure , somewhere near midnight . She took a trolley to her old lodgings where she had been since Mrs. Stanhope had sent her away the first time , and hastily packed a small hand bag with a few necessities , made a few changes in her garments , then went to see a fellow lodger whom she knew well , and where she felt sure she could easily get a check cashed , for she had a tidy little bank account of her own , and was well known to be reliable . Having procured the necessary funds , she made her way to the station and found that she had still an hour to spare before the Boston train left . Settled down at last in the back seat of a common car , she made herself as comfortable as her surroundings would allow , and gave herself up to planning the campaign that was before her .