two o'clock
I noticed that he had some light luggage with him , and presumed that he was moving from Beaulieu to Cannes -- to the tea-and-tennis Beau Site . Then , when the train had moved off , I wandered across to a small restaurant opposite the station , and lunched alone , thinking and wondering about the dainty little girl-wife who had so completely fascinated me . That she was still in love with Bindo was quite clear , yet he , on his part , was distinctly annoyed at being deceived . At two o'clock , almost punctually , he entered the garage , flung his hat into the car , put on his cap , goggles , and motor-coat , and without a word I drew the forty `` Napier '' out into the road . `` To Cannes -- quick ! '' he snapped . `` Round to the right into the Rue Magnan , then straight along .