ten o'clock
She stretched out her arm . There came a hoarse cry , a crash , a heavy fall . Julian Estcourt lay upon the floor , white and senseless as the dead . A severe attack of her `` suppressed '' enemy , and a nervous headache , the result of the shock of the previous evening , had driven Mrs Ray Jefferson to the Turkish bath as early as ten o'clock the morning after that strange exhibition of Clairvoyance . She had the rooms all to herself , and as she leant back in her comfortable chair and dabbled her pretty bare feet in warm water ; she reflected in a troubled and disjointed fashion over all that had occurred since that eventful morning when the beautiful `` mystery '' had appeared before her standing in that curtained archway , which indeed looked a prosaic enough portal , and not by any means the sort of threshold for the development of occult science , or psychical marvels . `` She 's completely unsettled me , '' she murmured plaintively . `` How I wish I had never gone to her rooms last night .