one o'clock
Mr. Tibbles nodded , and retired to an inner apartment , whence he emerged by-and-by dressed in a shabby-genteel costume of somewhat funereal aspect , and with the lower part of his face rasped like a French roll , and somewhat resembling that edible in colour . He brought a small portmanteau with him , and then departed to fetch a cab , in which vehicle the two gentlemen drove away to the Euston-Square station . It was one o'clock in the day when they reached the great iron gates of Maudesley Abbey in a fly which they had chartered at Shorncliffe . It was one o'clock on a bright sunshiny day , and the heart of Mr. Carter the detective beat high with expectation of a great triumph . He descended from the fly himself , in order to question the woman at the lodge . `` You 'd better get out , Sawney , '' he said , putting his head in at the window , in order to speak to his companion ; `` I sha n't take the vehicle into the park . It 'll be quieter and safer for us to walk up to the house . ''