Seven o'clock
`` Not worth while , my boy . Ingerman is the crafty one . I thought I might be doing you more harm than good , or I would have given him a thick ear this afternoon ... Oh , by the way , what time is it ? '' `` Seven o'clock . '' `` A little fellow named Furneaux is coming here to dinner at seven-thirty . Said he would drop in by the back door , and mutter ` Hush ! I 'm Hawkshaw , the detective . '