three minutes to twelve
` Come in ! ' was the shout that greeted him . He opened the door , glancing at the clock behind Von Brent 's head as he did so . It stood at three minutes to twelve . Young Mr. Longworth was sitting there , with just a touch of pallor on his countenance , and there seemed to be an ominous glitter in his eyeglass . He said nothing , and John Kenyon completely ignored his presence . ` There is still some life left in my option , I believe ? '