five o'clock
You remember the morning when poor Joe was found cut to pieces on the line just below the foot-bridge ? '' `` Yes , Jim , I remember it well ; it was the day before Christmas-day . '' `` Well , Thomas , it were the day before that . I was on the platform in the evening , waiting for the half-past five o'clock train to come in from the north . It were ten minutes or more late , as most of the trains was that day . When it stopped at our station , a gent wrapped up in a lot of things , with a fur cap on his head , a pair of blue spectacles over his eyes , and a stout red scarf round his neck , jumps out of a third-class carriage like a shot , and lays hold of my arm , and takes me on one side , and says , ` I want you to do a job for me , ' and he puts a florin into my hand ; then he says , ` Do you know Thomas Bradly ? ' ` Ay , ' says I ; ` I know him well . '