one o'clock
James sat staring at the tape like a paralytic staring at death . The minutes lengthened into an hour -- into two hours . No one disturbed him -- when the battle is on who thinks of the `` honorary commander '' ? At one o'clock he shook himself , brushed his hand over his eyes -- quotations of Woolens were reeling off the tape , alternating with quotations of Great Lakes . `` Zabriskie is selling our Woolens , '' he thought . Then , with a blinding flash the truth struck through his brain . He gave a loud cry between a sob and a shriek and , flinging his arms at full length upon his desk , buried his face between them and burst into tears .