Five minutes to eleven
Then , with a swift , nervous presentiment , he turned quickly around towards the man who had been standing in the shadows . Here , too , the unexpected had happened . It was Peter , Baron de Grost , who threw his muffler and broad-brimmed hat upon the table . `` Five minutes to eleven , I believe , Monsieur Guillot , '' Peter declared . `` I win by an hour and five minutes . '' Guillot said nothing for several seconds . After all , though , he had great gifts .