noon
A stout , red-faced , slow-moving man with one eye and a black patch , stood behind the bar . Plummer lifted his finger and pointed quickly toward the bar-parlour ; and at the signal the one-eyed man turned with great deliberation and pulled a catch which released the door of that apartment , close at our elbows . We stepped quickly within , and presently the one-eyed man came rolling in by the other door . `` Well , good art ` noon , Mr. Plummer , sir , '' he said , with a long intonation and a wheeze . `` Good art ` noon , sir . You 've bin a stranger lately . '' `` Good afternoon , Mr. Moon , '' Plummer answered , briskly .