about eleven o'clock in the
morning
This was no time to think much about `` obligations . '' It had got to be `` every man for himself '' by now . A few days after this Crookes sat in his office in the building in La Salle Street that bore his name . It was about eleven o'clock in the morning . His dry , small , beardless face creased a little at the corners of the mouth as he heard the ticker chattering behind him . He knew how the tape read . There had been another flurry on the Board that morning , not half an hour since , and wheat was up again .