seven o'clock
Where is she ? '' `` Heaven knows where she is ! '' cried Gray . `` I left her here with Pyne shortly after seven o'clock . '' He paused , fixing his gaze upon the face of Brisley , whose shifty eyes avoided him and who was licking his lips in the manner of a dog who has seen the whip . `` Why , '' said Gray , `` I believe you are the fellow who has been following me all night for some reason . '' He stepped toward the foxy little man but : `` Never mind , Gray , '' interrupted Irvin .