noon
He rubbed his stubby , sandy chin and hitched his shirt sleeve garter higher , `` I hai n't collecting for myself , '' he assured her , `` I only collects for the receiver for the estate -- you can see ` im if you like -- he 's up in th ' Temple Bar buildin ' . '' He was so good as to jot down the number of the room for her . She thanked him and departed , leaving him staring after her , scratching his chin more violently than ever . By noon she stood quietly outside Judge Harlow 's door . She presented herself without parley . There was a calm determination about her that reminded him somehow of a fanatic with a great cause . And yet there was a mirthful twinkle in her eyes .