seven minutes to twelve
Oh , no , there would be no more strength in it than in the average deathbed repentance . He would at least step out with consistency . He folded the contracts and put them back into the envelope . The minute hand now pointed to seven minutes to twelve . Some one was tapping at the door , and the secretary appeared to say they were waiting for him upstairs . He replied that he would be there in a minute , hoping that his voice did not sound as strange to the other man as it had to himself . Slowly he walked to the door leading into the corridor .