four o'clock
But in his own mind it refused to end . Why had n't Barraclough put up a fight and how had Barraclough grown funny lines round his eyes ? These were mysteries which for his own peace he was bound to elucidate . It was four o'clock when he got to bed but he was up again in good time next morning , roughly sketching out a programme for the day . At nine fifteen precisely he was standing by the ticket barrier at Liverpool Street station awaiting the arrival of the Woodford train . Presently it steamed alongside the platform and one of the first persons to get out was Nugent Cassis . He was swinging his cane and _ mirabile dictu _ he was whistling .