six o'clock
After we 'd booked and you 'd strutted off , I lingered long enough to see Miss Landis drive up in a taxi with a whaling big bandbox on top of the cab . She booked right under my nose ; I made a note of the bandbox ... `` Then you came aboard with the identical bandbox and your funny story about how you happened to have it . I smelt a rat : Miss Landis had n't sent you that bandbox anonymously for no purpose . Then one afternoon -- long toward six o'clock -- I see Miss Landis 's maid come out on deck and jerk a little package overboard -- package just about big enough to hold a razor . That night I 'm dragged up on the carpet before the captain ; I hear a pretty fairy tale about the collar disappearing while Jane was taking the bandbox back to your steward . The handbag is on the table , in plain sight ; it is n't locked -- a blind man can see that ; and the slit in its side has been made by a razor . I add up the bandbox and the razor and multiply the sum by the fact that the average woman will smuggle as quick as the average man will take a drink ; and I 'm Jeremiah Wise , Esquire . ''