eleven o'clock
When the doctor arrived he was raving in a high fever . For years he had drunk to excess -- but theretofore only when HE chose , never when his appetite chose , never when his affairs needed a clear brain . Now appetite , long lying in wait for him , had found him helpless in the clutches of rage and fear , and had stolen away his mind . The news was telephoned to the office at half-past eleven o'clock . `` It does n't matter , '' said Giddings . `` He 'd only make things worse if he were to come now . '' Giddings was apparently right .