Twenty-one minutes past three
Amid the shifting press of foot-passengers a little white dog stuck to his heels resolutely . The sudden sight of a clock-maker 's on the opposite side of the thoroughfare proved magnetic . Pausing on the kerb to pick up the Sealyham , Lyveden crossed the street without more ado ... . Twenty-one minutes past three . Slowly he put down the terrier and turned eastward . It was clear that he was expecting something or somebody . It was a hot June day , and out of the welter of din and rumble the cool plash of falling water came to his straining ears refreshingly .