eleven o'clock
Nowhere could he see a sign of the little bookseller . He appealed to the policeman at that corner , but learned nothing . Vainly he scoured the block and up and down Juniper Street . It was eleven o'clock , and the streets were thronged . He cursed the book business in both hemispheres , cursed himself , and cursed Philadelphia . Then he went into a tobacconist 's and bought a packet of cigarettes . For an hour he patrolled up and down Chestnut Street , on both sides of the way , thinking he might possibly encounter Roger .