noon
For the girl was amazingly pretty . After a glance at it I put the crumpled paper in my pocketbook . In that crowded car , hanging to a strap , I could make nothing of it . At the office my time belonged to Kester & Wilcox until noon , for I was still in that preliminary stage of my legal career during which I found it convenient to exchange my inexperience for fifteen dollars a week . A clouded real-estate title was presumably engaging my attention , but between my mind and the abstract kept jumping a map with the legend `` Doubloon Spit '' above it . Faith , the blood sang in my veins . The scent of adventure was in my nostrils .