one o'clock
I had not myself tried to open it , and now as I thought about it , it seemed to me quite possible that Jack Osborne might , in the excitement of the moment , have failed to turn the handle sufficiently , and so have believed that the door was locked when it was not . Again we had Gastrell 's assurance that he had found himself locked in one day . As for his declaration to Easterton that he was not the Gastrell whom Osborne had met on the _ Masonic _ , it was clear now that he had some secret reason for wishing to pass in London as a bachelor , and as Osborne had told Easterton that the Gastrell on the _ Masonic _ had told him that he had met me in Geneva , naturally Gastrell had been driven -- in order to conceal his identity -- to maintain that he had never before met me either . Our host insisted upon our taking another of his very excellent cigars before we left , -- it was close upon one o'clock when we rose to go . He rang up a taxi for us , helped us on with our coats , accompanied us to the door , and shook hands with each of us most cordially . `` What do you make of it , Michael ? '' Osborne asked , when we had remained silent in the swift-travelling taxi for five minutes or more , and were approaching Marlboro ' Road Station . ''