one o'clock
I saluted respectfully and was marched away . The hours I spent in that bare anteroom are like a nightmare in my recollection . A sergeant was busy at a desk with more buff dockets and an orderly waited on a stool by a telephone . I looked at my watch and observed that it was one o'clock . Soon the slamming of a door announced that the A.P.M. had gone to lunch . I tried conversation with the fat sergeant , but he very soon shut me up . So I sat hunched up on the wooden form and chewed the cud of my vexation .