Ten o'clock
In his hand he held an unlighted cigar ; mechanically he raised it to his lips . The sound of the church bells died away ; the silence of the room and the loneliness of it made him shiver . He looked at his watch again . Ten o'clock ! Still another hour to wait and watch , and then he could take the ring back to the Museum . He glanced down at the ring ; it was still lying by the edge of the handkerchief . Again the Banker fell into a stupor as he stared at the glistening gold band lying on the floor at his feet .