six o’clock
Without a jar the train carried us and its precious burden in safety to the Jersey City terminal . And each , with half a million dollars in his hand , hurried to the ferry , assailed by porters , news-boys , hackmen . To them we were a couple of commuters saving a dime by carrying our own hand-bags . It was now six o'clock , and I pointed out to Edgar that at that hour the only vaults open were those of the Night and Day Bank . And to that institution in a taxicab we at once made our way . I paid the chauffeur , and two minutes later , with a gasp of relief and rejoicing , I dropped the suit-case I had carried on a table in the steel-walled fastnesses of the vaults . Gathered excitedly around us were the officials of the bank , summoned hastily from above , and watchmen in plain clothes , and watchmen in uniforms of gray .