six o'clock
Save for his regular luncheon at the Café Bavaria , no Sixth Avenue habitué had ever seen Mr. Fritz Braun at concert , theater , or any of the places of local or suburban amusement . As to woman , he seemed to be sternly indifferent , Save to the semi-professionals who were as anxious to escape Sing Sing 's gloomy embrace as the man who supplied them with the drugs for their various `` Ladies ' Homes . '' These were welcome `` Greeks bearing gifts '' of the coveted `` long green '' which was Fritz Braun 's god . Braun was never in the pharmacy after six o'clock , and from that evening hour when all well-conducted men and women turn to dinner as the day 's culmination , no one had ever set their eyes upon the bustling manager . Friendless he seemed , yet ever cheerful , a man distantly respected for the open frankness of his business dealings , the order and quiet of his shop , and his rare capacity for minding his own business . It was only in the evening that Mr. Ben Timmins ' reign was uncontested . The flashy young fellows of his caught-up friendships then lurked around Magdal 's Pharmacy where Timmins dispensed complimentary drinks and lorded over his fluctuating harem of unemployed `` soubrettes '' and light-headed shop girls freed from their daily toil .