five minutes to six
No one went out as the curfew had n't ended yet . They milled around slowly talking in low voices . The only human being in the entire lobby was the night clerk dozing behind the counter . The clock over his head said five minutes to six . Shifting his glance from the clock , Jon became aware of a squat black robot waving to attract his attention . The powerful arms and compact build identified him as a member of the Diger family , one of the most numerous groups . He pushed through the crowd and clapped Jon on the back with a resounding clang .