seven o'clock
He had no plans ; but it was in his mind , a murderous thought , that before another dawn he might encounter Bannon . Interim , he would go to work . He could think out his problem while driving as readily as in seclusion ; whatever he might ultimately elect to do , he could accomplish little before midnight . Toward seven o'clock , with his machine in perfect running order , he took the seat and to the streets in a reckless humour , in the temper of a beast of prey . The barrier was down : once more the Lone Wolf was on the prowl . But for the present he controlled himself and acted perfectly his temporary rôle of taxi-bandit , fellow to those thousands who infest Paris . Half a dozen times in the course of the next three hours people hailed him from sidewalks and restaurants ; he took them up , carried them to their several destinations , received payment , and acknowledged their gratuities with perfunctory thanks -- thoroughly in character -- but all with little conscious thought .