Ten minutes to nine
The young man glanced at the clock again and frowned darkly . When his gaze strayed from the glowing horologue of time it rested intently upon a four-story red brick house in the row of dwellings opposite to where he sat . The shades were drawn , and the lights in many rooms shone dimly through them . `` Ten minutes to nine ! '' exclaimed the young man , with an impatient gesture of despair . He turned his back upon the house and took a rapid step or two in a contrary direction . `` Remain ! ''