eight in the morning
`` Yes , '' she replied , in a dead voice . But there was a thrill of pleasure in this death . The Shadow in the Rose Garden A rather small young man sat by the window of a pretty seaside cottage trying to persuade himself that he was reading the newspaper . It was about half-past eight in the morning . Outside , the glory roses hung in the morning sunshine like little bowls of fire tipped up . The young man looked at the table , then at the clock , then at his own big silver watch . An expression of stiff endurance came on to his face .