half after ten
All along I had had the impression that Alison West was deliberately putting out of her mind something that obtruded now and then . It brought with it a return of the puzzled expression that I had surprised early in the day , before the wreck . I caught it once , when , breakfast over , she was tightening the sling that held the broken arm . I had prolonged the morning meal as much as I could , but when the wooden clock with the pink roses on the dial pointed to half after ten , and the mother with the duplicate youngsters had not come back , Miss West made the move I had dreaded . `` If we are to get into Baltimore at all we must start , '' she said , rising . `` You ought to see a doctor as soon as possible . '' `` Hush , '' I said warningly .