ten o'clock
Should he go there ? He was thinking quickly now , and shook his head . It would take what he did not have to spare -- time . It was already ten o'clock ; and , granted that Connie Myers had committed the crime only a little over an hour ago , the man by this time would certainly be on his way to Doyle 's house near Pelham , if , indeed , he were not already there . No , there was no time to spare -- the question resolved itself simply into how long , since he had already searched twice and failed on both occasions , it would take Connie Myers to unearth old Doyle 's hiding place for the money . Jimmie Dale glanced sharply around him , slipped into the alleyway , and , crouching against the tenement wall , moved noiselessly along to the side entrance . A moment more , and he had negotiated the rickety stairs with practiced , soundless tread , was inside the squalid quarters of Larry the Bat , and the door of the Sanctuary was locked and bolted behind him .