ten o’clock
It was a very modest little cafe , but there was a fairly good wine to be had there and the detective made it an excuse to sit down by the window , as if enjoying his bottle while admiring the changing colours of the foliage in the gardens opposite . Another rather good chance , he discovered , was the fact that the landlord belonged to the talkative sort , and believed that the refreshments he had to sell were rendered doubly agreeable when spiced by conversation . In this case the good man was not mistaken . It was scarcely ten o'clock in the forenoon and there were very few people in the cafe . The landlord was quite at leisure to devote himself to this stranger in the window seat , whom he did not remember to have seen before , and who was therefore doubly interesting to him . Several subjects of conversation usual in such cases , such as politics and the weather , seemed to arouse no particular enthusiasm in his patron 's manner . Finally the portly landlord decided that he would touch upon the theme which was still absorbing all Hietzing .