eleven o'clock
Eleven-thirty sharp , remember , please . '' He hung up the instrument with a gesture of relief and leaned back in his chair , his great bushy head against the bare oak , his big hands loose in his lap . A half-minute perhaps he sat so -- until the eyes slowly closed and , true to his word , and swiftly as a child at close of day , he fell asleep . At eleven o'clock the watchman of the building , noticing the light , came to investigate . A moment he stood in the open door , an appreciative observer . On tiptoe he moved away . `` Some one 's paying good and plenty for this , '' he commented _ sotto voce _ and with a knowing wag of the head .