two o'clock
`` Give Lennard the address of the garage , please ; and -- Mr. Narkom ! '' `` Yes , old chap ? '' `` Pull up at the first grocer 's shop you see , will you , and buy me a couple of pounds of the best white flour that 's milled ; and if you ca n't manage to get me either a sieve or a flour dredger , a tin pepper-pot will do ! '' It was two o'clock when Sir Henry Wilding 's motor turned its back upon the outskirts of London , and it was a quarter past seven when it whirled up to the stables of Wilding Hall , and the baronet and his grey-headed , bespectacled and white-spatted companion alighted , having taken five hours and a quarter to make a journey which the trains which run daily between Liverpool Street and Darsham make in four . As a matter of fact , however , they really had outstripped the train , but it had been Cleek 's pleasure to make two calls on the way , one at Saxmundham , where the paralysed Murple lay in the infirmary of the local practitioner , the other at the mortuary where the body of Tolliver was retained , awaiting the sitting of the coroner . Both the dead and the still living man Cleek had subjected to a critical personal examination , but whether either furnished him with any suggested clue he did not say ; indeed , the only remark he made upon the subject was when Sir Henry , on hearing from Murple 's wife that the doctor had said he would probably not last the week out , had inquired if the woman knew where to `` put her hand on the receipt for the payment of the last premium , so that her claim could be sent into the life assurance company without delay when the end came . '' `` Tell me something , Sir Henry , '' said Cleek when he heard that , and noticed how gratefully the woman looked at the baronet when she replied , `` Yes , Sir Henry , God bless you , sir ! ''