eight o'clock
Then , little by little , the poster became more vivid to his consciousness . There was a greenish-tinted person in the tent , it seemed , who thrived upon a reptilian diet . Suddenly , Penrod decided that it was time to go home . `` Indeed , doctor , '' said Mrs. Schofield , with agitation and profound conviction , just after eight o'clock that evening , `` I shall ALWAYS believe in mustard plasters -- mustard plasters and hot -- water bags . If it had n't been for them I do n't believed he 'd have LIVED till you got here -- I do NOT ! '' `` Margaret , '' called Mr. Schofield from the open door of a bedroom , `` Margaret , where did you put that aromatic ammonia ? Where 's Margaret ? ''