eleven o'clock
I hope he 's killed himself . '' In this strain Mr. Pendyce continued until they reached the church . On their way up the aisle they passed Gregory Vigil leaning forward with his elbows on the desk and his hand covering his eyes ... . At eleven o'clock that night a man stood outside the door of Mrs. Bellew 's flat in Chelsea violently ringing the bell . His face was deathly white , but his little dark eyes sparkled . The door was opened , and Helen Bellew in evening dress stood there holding a candle in her hand . `` Who are you ?