six o'clock
He saw me at once , came along the deck , and spoke very kindly to me . Whilst he was talking to me , an officer from the port guardship came on board . He was a very handsome man , about thirty , with a deep scar across his forehead , and I noticed that he looked at me very keenly -- almost rudely -- and I fancied I saw something like a sneer on his face as he turned away to speak to Sternberg . `` My young friend , the custom house clerk , whose name was Muller , returned every day from his office at six o'clock , when we had supper , and on this occasion I began to tell him of my new ship , and then said casually : `` By the way , who is that conceited-looking fellow from the guardship -- a man with an ugly scar across his forehead ? '' `` No one answered , and then to my surprise I saw that Muller was looking inquiringly at my wife , whose face suddenly became scarlet , while Mrs. Muller bent her face over her plate . Then Muller looked at me and said quietly : `` ` That was Captain Decker . I believe that he has the honour of the friendship of Frau Brandt . '