ten o'clock
On the whole I do not think that anything was discovered or suspected before we weighed anchor ; but I can not be sure . It is difficult to believe that a man could be chloroformed in his sleep and feel no tell-tale effects , sniff no suspicious odor , in the morning . Nevertheless , von Heumann reappeared as though nothing had happened to him , his German cap over his eyes and his mustaches brushing the peak . And by ten o'clock we were quit of Genoa ; the last lean , blue-chinned official had left our decks ; the last fruitseller had been beaten off with bucketsful of water and left cursing us from his boat ; the last passenger had come aboard at the last moment -- a fussy graybeard who kept the big ship waiting while he haggled with his boatman over half a lira . But at length we were off , the tug was shed , the lighthouse passed , and Raffles and I leaned together over the rail , watching our shadows on the pale green , liquid , veined marble that again washed the vessel 's side . Von Heumann was having his innings once more ; it was part of the design that he should remain in all day , and so postpone the inevitable hour ; and , though the lady looked bored , and was for ever glancing in our direction , he seemed only too willing to avail himself of his opportunities . But Raffles was moody and ill-at-ease .