eight o'clock
At 7:30 she was back in the lobby , newspaper in hand . The Bisons were already astir . She seated herself in a deep chair in a quiet corner , her eyes glancing up over the top of her paper toward the stairway . At eight o'clock Jock McChesney came down . There was nothing of jauntiness about him . His eyelids were red . His face had the doughy look of one whose sleep has been brief and feverish .