11 o'clock
An imperial singing sounds in his ears -- tuned to the measure of breaking surf -- such a song as lovers sing whose single words are no more than this , `` I am yours and you are mine . '' `` Tonight , '' he said . `` Tonight I shall see her again . '' There was the appointment at his rooms at 11 o'clock when he would place the concession in Mr. Torrington 's hands . That would be a big moment . He could imagine Cranbourne 's unbridled enthusiasm , Lord Almont 's congratulations in the style of P. G. Wodehouse , and Cassis , that person of dry ashes and parchment , unbending to the greatness of the occasion . He , Barraclough , was a made man , every newspaper in the country would send its reporters to clamour at his doors , every charity seek his aid when the story and the magnitude of his find became known .