about three o'clock
One was whether he had traced the old Russian whose coming had been the beginning of all the trouble , so far as I was concerned , anyway ; and how he knew that a woman -- a red-haired woman as he had said -- had been in Cassavetti 's rooms the night he was murdered . If that woman were Anne -- as in my heart I knew she must have been , though I would n't allow myself to acknowledge it -- he must have discovered further evidence that cleared her , or he would certainly have been prosecuting a search for her , instead of arresting me . However , I hoped to get some light on the mystery either when my case came before the magistrate , or between then and the trial , supposing I was committed for trial . It was when we were nearing Dover , about three o'clock on a heavenly summer morning , that I began to understand my position . We were all on deck , -- I lying at full length on a bench , with plenty of cushions about me , and a rug over me . `` Well , we 're nearly in , '' Freeman remarked cheerfully . `` Another five minutes will do it .