Eight o'clock
That 's it , '' and everything went as he wanted it . `` A perfect left hand man , '' he smiled , stretching , and turned the polarization dial to let in the sunlight . The telephone rang . He picked it up and the desk clerk said in a deferentially hushed voice , `` Eight o'clock , Mister Carter . '' For some reason the hushed voice struck him as funny . `` Thanks , I 'm up . '' He hung up and stretched again .