Three o'clock
Half an hour later our lunch was ready , but still no sign came of the youth . Where could he have got to ? I waited an hour and then fell to work . Three o'clock arrived and still no sign -- four , five , and even six . By this time I was in a fever of anxiety . I remembered the existence of the man who had followed us from Melbourne , and Beckenham 's trusting good nature . Then and there I resolved , if he did not return before half-past seven , to set off for the nearest police-station and have a search made for him .