three o'clock
Tully , back there on the Nile , would have been a dancer -- at the most , a fancy skater -- if , indeed , he had risen to the human order , and were not still a slinking gazelle . Good name that , for Tully . He would remember it -- gazelle ! At three o'clock he glanced aside from his typewriter to see a director enter Breede 's room . He did not lift his look above the hem of the man 's coat , but he knew him for the quiet one . And yet , when the door closed upon him , he seemed to become as noisy as any of them . Bean heard his voice rising .