ten minutes past eleven
My watch is on the table before me , so that I may make sure of starting to the moment . I have allowed myself half an hour to reach St. Sava . My skiff is waiting , moored at the foot of the cliff on the hither side , where the zigzag comes close to the water . It is now ten minutes past eleven . I shall add the odd five minutes to the time for my journey so as to make safe . I go unarmed and without a light . I shall show no distrust of anyone or anything this night .