twelve o'clock sharp
`` Is it indispensable ? '' `` It is , but do n't worry , Madame Heberlauf will take charge of that . She will be able to find you the necessary garments . '' The luncheon engagement made for twelve o'clock sharp , the Chief of Police , now more solemn than ever , rose and took his leave . * * * * * `` Well , Monsieur Juve , do n't you think that looks fine ? '' Juve was anxiously regarding himself in the glass , examining the effect of his costume , while Madame Heberlauf , a fat little red-faced woman , was circling around , eyeing him from every angle and clapping her hands with pleasure at the success of her efforts . The lunch had been bountiful , and thoroughly German .