About ten o'clock
In the morning he read it over , and instead of putting it into an envelope , locked it away in one of his drawers . When the evening for his visit to Hanover Street again came round he again absented himself , this time just calling to leave word with the servant that business kept him away . The business was that of walking aimlessly about Clerkenwell , in mud and fog . About ten o'clock he came to Farringdon Road Buildings , and with a glance up towards the Hewetts ' window he was passing by when a hand clutched at him . Turning , he saw the face of John Hewett , painfully disturbed , strained in some wild emotion . ` Sidney ! Come this way ; I want to speak to you . '