quarter after two
It had been a pastime of his to throw the belt on the bunk-blanket and play with the gold and notes ; like a child with its Christmas blocks . He had spent hours gloating over the yellow metal and crackly paper which meant a competence for the rest of his years . And Craig or Mallow had seen him . He looked at his watch ; quarter after two . If they were not in their rooms he would have good grounds for his suspicions . He stole along the gallery and down the stairs to the office , just in time to see the two enter , much the worse for drink . Mallow was boisterous , and Craig was sullen .