nine o'clock
After throwing George Caresfoot into the bramble-bush , Arthur walked steadily back to the inn , where he arrived , quite composed in manner , at about half-past seven . Old Sam , the ostler , was in the yard , washing a trap . He went up to him , and asked when the next train started for London . `` There is one as leaves Roxham at nine o'clock , sir , and an uncommon fast one , I 'm told . But you bea n't a-going yet , be you , sir ? '' `` Yes , have the gig ready in time to catch the train . '' `` Very good , sir .