ten o'clock
It had been horrible that other night , when she had ventured out as the White Moll and had been forced to keep to the dark alleyways and lanes , and the unfrequented streets ! And now , through a jeweler 's window , she noted the time , and knew a further sense of relief . It was even earlier than she had imagined . It was not quite ten o'clock ; she would , at least , be close on the heels of Perlmer 's departure from his office , if not actually ahead of time , and therefore she would be first on the scene , and -- yes , this was the place ; here was Perlmer 's name amongst those on the name-plate at the street entrance of a small three-story building . She entered the hallway , and found it deserted . It was a rather dirty and unkempt place , and very poorly lighted -- a single incandescent alone burned in the hall . Perlmer 's room , so the name-plate indicated , was Number Eleven , and on the next floor .