seven o’clock
He would not ignore the possibility of the telegram having been found . The way seemed endless . Once they took the wrong turning and went nearly half a mile out of their direction . It was past seven o'clock when a small boy told them that `` t ' Moat House '' was just past the next corner . A rusty iron gate swinging dismally on its hinges ! An overgrown drive thick with leaves . There was something about the place that struck a chill to both their hearts .