nine o'clock in the morning
All I can do is to wait . But the suspense is awful , and I wish it was over . '' The next day was cold , sunny and bracing -- more like the end of February than the end of November . At nine o'clock in the morning Victor Nevill crawled out of bed after a troubled night ; with haggard face and dull eyes he looked down into Jermyn street , wondering , as he recalled the events of the previous night , what another day would bring forth . At the same hour , or a little later , Jimmie Drexell was at Hastings . Having to wait some time for another train , he walked through the pretty town to the sea , and the sight of its glorious beauty -- the embodiment of untrammeled freedom -- made him think sadly of poor Jack in a prison cell . `` Never mind , I 'll have him out soon ! ''