Eight
o'clock
He had passed the ordeal of Renwick 's eyes the night before . The man was slow , even a little stupid . He drew back the curtains carefully , then looked at the small clock on the dressing-table . `` Eight o'clock , sir . I did n't expect the bell so early , sir . '' Loder felt reproved , and a pause followed . `` May I bring your cup of tea , sir ? ''