nine o'clock
`` There is a madness , Senorita , '' he went on , `` which shows itself by a thirst for blood . I looked at Bernaldez . He was sane enough , but I think the man 's heart was broken . ` It is well , ' said Mateo ; ` I am your man -- at the Puente del Diabolo at nine o'clock on Thursday morning . ' And mind you , Senorita , these were not Italians or Greeks -- they were a Spaniard and an American -- men who mean what they say , whether it be pleasant or the reverse . '' Miss Cheyne was interested enough now . She sat , leaning one arm on the table , and her chin in the palm of her hand .