a quarter past twelve
Had Ivor told that he was with me , after I had prevaricated -LRB- if I had not actually lied -RRB- to Raoul about the midnight visitor to my house , what would Raoul think of me ? Ivor was trying to save me , if he could ; and he had been trying to save me when he went to the room of that dead man , though how and when he had decided to go I knew not . If it were not for me , he would be free and happy to-day . My conscience cried out that the one thing to do was to go at once to the Chief of Police and say : `` Monsieur , this English gentleman they have arrested can not have committed a murder in the Rue de la Fille Sauvage , between twelve and one last night , for he came to my house , far away in the Rue d'Hollande , at a quarter past twelve , and did n't leave it till after one o'clock . '' I even sprang up from my chair in the very room where I had hidden Ivor , to ring for Marianne and tell her to bring me a hat and coat , to bid her order my electric brougham immediately . But -- I sat down again , sick and despairing , deliberately crushing the generous impulse . I could n't obey it .