one o’clock
Then indeed did the Countess look death in the face and found it terrible . For a moment she could not so much as stand without support . It was then that she saw a paper folded under her jewels and took it out with shaking fingers . In fine , copperplate script she read : MADAME , -- To-night at one o'clock a closed fiacre will await you in the Street of the Wise Virgins , near the church . You will go in it , without fail , to wherever it takes you . -LRB- Signed -RRB- THE COMMITTEE OF TEN The Committee of Ten ! This thing had happened to her .