Three o’clock
The glasses in front of them were only half-filled , and had remained so for the last hour . Their conversation had been nervous and spasmodic . It was obvious that they were waiting for some one . Three o'clock struck by the little timepiece on the mantel shelf . A little exclamation of a profane nature broke from Rounceby 's lips . He leaned toward his companion . `` Say , '' he muttered , in a rather thick undertone , `` how about this fellow Vincent Cawdor ?