eleven o’clock
As he calmly answered the manager 's polite inquiry for Madame 's health , the `` heartless woman '' whom he had left was lying sobbing in the dark room above -- crying , in her anguish , `` Valerie ! My poor , dead Valerie ! I go to your child ! '' But , none suspected her departure , when the trimly-clad woman glided out of the entrance of the Hotel Faucon , at eleven o'clock . The maid was in waiting on the circular place in front with a carriage , and the key of the apartment lay in a sealed envelope on Alan Hawke 's table , which proves that a few francs are just as potent in Switzerland as the same number of shillings in London , or dollars in New York . It was a clear case of `` stole away . '' When Major Alan Hawke leaned over the supper table at the Casino , pledging Madame Frangipanni 's bright eyes in very fair cafe champagne , he nervously started as he heard the wailing whistle and clanging bells of the through train for Constance .