eight o'clock
At about seven they dined on the wing , from the hamper which , with Liane 's jewel case in its leather disguise of a simple travelling bag , constituted all the limousine 's load of luggage . Lanyard passed sandwiches through the front window to Jules , who munched them while driving like a speed maniac , and with the same appalling nonchalance washed them down with a tumbler of champagne . Then he discovered some manner of sorcerous power over matches in the wind , lighted a cigarette , and signalised his sense of refreshment by smoothly edging the indicator needle up toward the eighty notch , where he held it stationary until Lanyard and Liane with one accord begged him to consider their appetites . At eight o'clock they were passing through Lisieux , one hundred and eighteen miles from Paris . Lanyard made mental calculations . `` The light will hold till after nine , '' he informed Liane . `` By that time we shall have left Caen behind . ''