noon
I would not allow myself to think , to conjecture . I moped around aimlessly for an hour or two , telling myself that Berlin was the beastliest hole on the face of the earth . Never had time dragged as it did that morning ! I seemed to have been at a loose end for a century or more by noon , when I found myself opposite the entrance of the Astoria Restaurant . `` When in difficulties -- feed , '' Jim Cayley had counselled , and a long lunch would kill an hour or so , anyhow . I had scarcely settled myself at a table when a man came along and clapped me on the shoulder . `` Wynn , by all that 's wonderful .