Quarter past eight
Tom nodded his head thoughtfully , but only said : `` Are you going to be there ? '' `` Yes . '' `` What time is it now ? '' `` Quarter past eight . '' `` Somebody else will be there , '' said Tom to himself ; and Philip left him and went back into the house . Trial Justice Davis sat in his office . He was a man of sixty , with a keen but not unbenevolent face , looking all the more sagacious , perhaps , because of a pair of gold spectacles which surmounted his nose .