eleven o'clock
To Mr. Goldsborough , inwardly fuming but outwardly calm and indifferent , it seemed that the plain-clothes person took an unreasonably long time for his inquiries touching on the accident . At length , with apologies for detaining him , the headquarters man -- now suddenly become accommodating where before he had been officially exact and painstaking in his inquisition into causes and circumstances -- personally hailed another taxicab for Mr. Goldsborough and sent him upon his way . But , Mr. Goldsborough 's chapter of petty troubles was not yet ended ; for the driver of the second taxi stupidly drove to the wrong address , landing his fare at a house on West Sixty-third Street , clear across Central Park and nearly halfway across town from Mrs. Hadley-Smith 's home . So , what with first one thing and then another , eleven o'clock had come and gone before the indignant passenger finally was set down at his proper destination . We go back to nine-thirty , which was the hour set and appointed for inaugurating the All Fools ' Day party . Nine-thirty being the hour , very few of the prospective celebrants arrived before ten . But by ten , or a little later , most of them were assembled in the big twin drawing-rooms on the first floor of the Hadley-Smith establishment .