five o'clock
He walked on sharply , and let himself into his house . But on his way upstairs he could not for the life of him help raising a corner of a curtain and looking from the staircase window . The policeman was marching solemnly , about twenty-five yards away , paying apparently no attention to anything whatever . Keith woke at five o'clock , his usual hour , without remembrance . But the grisly shadow started up when he entered his study , where the lamp burned , and the fire shone , and the coffee was set ready , just as when yesterday afternoon Larry had stood out there against the wall . For a moment he fought against realisation ; then , drinking off his coffee , sat down sullenly at the bureau to his customary three hours ' study of the day 's cases . Not one word of his brief could he take in .