ten o’clock
`` You shall know all later ! I must get her to the hotel ! '' He returned to the physician 's side , who authoritatively cried , `` Now an easy carriage and to the Faucon , you said ? '' In half an hour , Berthe Louison was sleeping , a nurse at her side , while Alan Hawke counted the moments crawling on till ten o'clock . Major Alan Hawke was the `` observed of all observers , '' in the cosy salon of the Grand Hotel Faucon , when the sympathetic hotel manager interrupted a colloquy between the handsome Briton and the Doctor . `` A mere syncope , my dear sir . Perhaps -- even only the result of tight lacing , or inaction .