ten o'clock
He grasped Mr. Hardy 's hand and said : `` Brother , God bless you ! Let me be of service to you in any way I can . '' Mr. Hardy felt a little better for the partial confession , and parted with his minister at the next corner , going down to his office . It was now ten o'clock , and the day seemed to him cruelly brief for the work he had to do . He entered the office , and almost the first thing he saw on his desk was the following letter , addressed to him , but written in a disguised hand : '' _ Mr. Hardy _ , -- Us in the casting room do n't need no looking after but maybe the next pot of hot iron that explodes will be next the offis if you thinks we have bodies but no sols some morning you will wake up beleving another thing . We ai n't so easy led as sum folks supposes . Better look to house and employ spesul patrol ; if you do we will blak his face for him . ''