11:30
I found Van Sweller at a table under a palm , just glancing over the menu , with a hopeful waiter hovering at his elbow . `` Come with me , '' I said , inexorably . `` You will not give me the slip again . Under my eye you shall remain until 11:30 . '' Van Sweller countermanded the order for his dinner , and arose to accompany me . He could scarcely do less . A fictitious character is but poorly equipped for resisting a hungry but live author who comes to drag him forth from a restaurant .