ten o'clock
They gave a yell and looked round for him . A motor-car was making at forty miles an hour for Toronto . Mr. William Barracombe was the most punctual of men . He entered his office in Mincing Lane precisely at ten o'clock on Thursday morning . His letters had already been sorted and arranged in two neat piles on his desk . Topmost on one of them was a cablegram from Toronto : `` Meet me home eleven p.m. Smith . '' He never admitted that anything would surprise him , and in fact he showed no sign of excitement , but looked through his correspondence methodically , distributing the papers among several baskets to be dealt with by respective members of his staff , or by himself .