about five minutes past ten
Jim , I know , had told him of the strange way in which I had come into his hands , and would certainly have also told him about losing me . He must , therefore , long ago have given up all thoughts about me , or if he ever remembered me it would be as one dead . My master took me out and held me up to the light . `` It 'll be about five minutes past ten , your honour , by my watch . '' `` Thank you . Good -- hullo ? '' He had seen me !