and five o'clock in the
afternoon
He added in a bantering tone : `` Do n't dream too much of Fantômas ... . What ! '' With one knee resting on his portmanteau , Jérôme Fandor was pulling with all the force of his powerful arms at the straps in order to buckle them up . It was Sunday , November the thirteenth , and five o'clock in the afternoon . The flat was brilliantly illuminated , and the greatest disorder reigned throughout . At last Fandor was off for his holiday ! Not to risk losing his train , our journalist meant to dine at the Lyons railway station .