a quarter after five
He made no sound , no movement again toward the aperture in the wall . Fate had dealt him the final blow , and when at last he roused himself from its first terrible effect there remained no glimmering of hope in his breast , no thought of the battle he had been making for freedom a short time before . The note fluttered from his fingers and he drew his watch from his pocket and placed it on the table . It was a quarter after five . There still remained forty-five minutes . Three-quarters of an hour and then -- death . There was no doubt in his mind this time .