eleven o'clock in the morning
`` Drive like hell back to Crawley . '' I did . There we set the wires throbbing , and begun to scour the countryside for any traces of the Pirate . We did not give up our quest until eleven o'clock in the morning . I think we inquired at every house and cottage within a ten-mile radius of the scene of the outrage , but without finding a single person who had seen or heard of the Motor Pirate . Once more he had appeared and disappeared without leaving the faintest clue to his identity . AFTER the sudden flurry which the reappearance of the Motor Pirate caused , and quite as much in the country at large as in my own particular circle , we settled down once again to a condition of comparative quietude .