about ten o'clock
Such a day was this 13th of November to the Iron King . When he reached North End that morning , the first thing that met him in his private office was the news that certain stocks had fallen . The news came by telegraph , and put him in a terrible temper . This was about ten o'clock . Two hours later it was discovered that one of the minor bookkeepers , a new employe who had come well recommended about a month before , had just absconded with all he could lay his hands on -- only a few thousand dollars -- the merest trifle of a loss to Rockharrt & Sons , but extremely exasperating under the circumstances . So taking one provocation with another , at noon on that 13th of November old Aaron Rockharrt was about the maddest man on the face of the earth . It was his custom to lunch with his sons in the private parlor of Mr. Clarence 's suit of rooms at the North End Hotel , every day at two o'clock .