eight in the morning
He did not look to see whether Maku was behind him . That did not matter now . He had missed his second opportunity since the other Japanese escaped him in the university campus . Crossing North Clark Street a block north of the point at which he and Maku had left the car , he continued lakeward , coming out on the drive only a short distance from the Père Marquette , and a few minutes later , after giving the elevator-boy orders to call him at eight in the morning , he was in his apartment , with the prospect of four hours of sleep . But there was a final question : Should he return to the all-night restaurant near the car-barns and try to learn from the cashier the address which Maku had sought ? Surely she would have forgotten the name by this time . Perhaps it was a Japanese name , and , therefore , the harder to remember .