Eight o'clock
He had long since graduated from biting his finger nails , and was now engaged in eating the brim of his opera hat . Seven forty-five and no Skinski . I was afraid to tell Bunch what I was thinking , and Bunch was afraid to think for fear he 'd spill something . Eight o'clock came and still no Skinski . It was pitiful . I began to see visions of an insulted audience reaching for my collar over the prostrate form of my partner in crime . An usher came back at 8:10 and told us the house was full .