half past eleven o’clock
They were all safely stowed away in the forecastle before half an hour , and , with grunts of satisfaction , examined the largess of their mysterious employer , `` C'est un gaillard -- un vrai coq d'Anglais ! '' growled the boatswain , as his chums produced another bottle , and the three doffed their drenched clothing . Then cognac drowned their scruples against murder -- for the price was in their pockets . It was half past eleven o'clock when gaunt old Andrew Fraser led his half-fainting ward ashore from the Stella , at St. Heliers pier . But one covered carriage had remained on the storm-beaten pier , braving the rigors of this terrible night . `` Never mind the luggage , man , '' shouted the Professor to the driver . `` Here 's ten pounds to drive us over to Rozel , to my home !