about four o'clock
`` He may be anywhere on the continent of Europe , '' said I. `` How long can you give me to produce him ? '' `` A week . Not longer . '' `` I 'll do my best , '' said I. By good luck my telegram , sent off about four o'clock , found him at 213 _ bis _ Rue Saint-Honoré . He had just returned to Paris after some mad dash for fortune -LRB- he told me afterwards a wild and disastrous story of a Russian Grand-Duke , a Dancer and a gold mine in the Dolomites -RRB- and had once more resumed the dreary conduct of the Agence Pujol at the Hôtel du Soleil et de l'Ecosse . My summons being imperative , he abandoned the Agence Pujol as a cat jumps off a wall , and , leaving the guests of the Hotel guideless , to the indignation of Monsieur Bocardon , whom he had served this trick several times before , paid his good landlady , Madam Bidoux , what he owed her , took a third-class ticket to London , bought , lunatic that he was , a ripe Brie cheese , a foot in diameter , a present to myself , which he carried in his hand most of the journey , and turned up at my house at eight o'clock the next morning with absolutely empty pockets and the happiest and most fascinating smile that ever irradiated the face of man . As a matter of fact , he burst his way past my scandalized valet into my bedroom and woke me up .