about eleven o’clock
Penelope remained motionless for several moments , listening to his retreating footsteps . Mr. James B. Coulson settled down to live what was , to all appearance , a very inoffensive and ordinary life . He rose a little earlier than was customary for an Englishman of business of his own standing , but he made up for this by a somewhat prolonged visit to the barber , a breakfast which bespoke an unimpaired digestion , and a cigar of more than ordinary length over his newspaper . At about eleven o'clock he went down to the city , and returned sometimes to luncheon , sometimes at varying hours , never later , however , than four or five o'clock . From that time until seven , he was generally to be found in the American bar , meeting old friends or making new ones . On the sixth day of his stay at the Savoy Hotel the waiter who looked after the bar smoking room accosted him as he entered at his usual time , a little after half past four . `` There 's a gentleman here , Mr. Coulson , been asking after you , '' he announced .