7:30
He stood for a single moment on the quay , and stamped his foot on the broad stones ; then , heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction , he murmured , `` Thank God ! '' He turned toward Wylie . `` Can you tell me , my man , at what hour the first train starts for London ? '' `` There is a slow train at 7:30 and an express at 9 . '' `` The express will serve me , and give me time for breakfast at the Adelphi . Thank you ; good morning ; '' and the gentleman passed on , followed by the sailor . Wylie looked after him ; he noted that erect military carriage and crisp , gray hair and thick white mustache ; he had a vague idea that he had seen that face before , and the memory troubled him .