eleven o'clock
Now , I think we 've seen about enough of this lovely Puddingham lawn , '' he added as he calmly surveyed the wide green expanse that stretched for four hundred feet out from the front of the castle to the road and for three hundred feet on each side of the massive pile , dotted here and there with trees and incipient flower-beds , on the latter of which Heinrich Blumenroth had been exercising his skill , planting spring flowers . `` So I guess we 'll go back inside , and consider the case of the lost jewels further , '' continued Holmes . And the whole nine of us obligingly trudged after him like sheep after the bellwether , and reëntered the castle . It was now after eleven o'clock , and nothing in the shape of a diamond cuff-button had turned up yet , but I was not surprised , because I knew that Hemlock Holmes had not yet put in his best licks , -- that is to say , had not yet pulled off any of his deepest cogitations and deductions . Just as I happened to see him slipping his little old cocaine-squirter back in his pocket after a surreptitious shot in the arm -LRB- while our party was entering the drawing-room on the left side of the front corridor -RRB- , Lord Launcelot evidently thought it incumbent upon him to kid Holmes for the lack of results so far ; but he had n't spoken more than a few words of his would-be witty remarks when Holmes turned and barked at him like a terrier . `` Say , you , lord or no lord , you 'll have to chop out the funny remarks on my method of handling this case , or else I 'll drop the whole thing right here , '' he flung at the surprised Launcelot . `` I ca n't stand this eternal butting-in while I 'm trying to think ! ''