Eleven o'clock
` Nothing as yet , Mr. Kenyon ; I think , however , ' he added with a smile , ` that it will be all right . I hope so . ' The moments ticked along with their usual rapidity , yet it seemed to Kenyon the clock was going fearfully fast . Eleven o'clock came and found him still pacing up and down the office of the telegraph . The operator offered him the hospitality of the private room , but this he declined . Every time the machine clicked , John 's ears were on the alert , trying to catch a meaning from the instrument . Ten minutes after eleven !