twenty minutes past two
You ought to be ashamed of yourself ! '' Isaac answered not a word . He huddled on his clothes , and then they went downstairs together . `` Nigh on twenty minutes past two ! '' said the landlord , as they passed the clock . `` A nice time in the morning to frighten honest people out of their wits ! '' Isaac paid his bill , and the landlord let him out at the front door , asking , with a grin of contempt , as he undid the strong fastenings , whether `` the murdering woman got in that way . ''