four o'clock
It was exactly four o'clock when he was ushered into Quarrier 's private suite in the great marble Algonquin Loan and Trust Building , the upper stories of which were all golden in the sun against a sky of sapphire . Quarrier was alone , gloved and hatted , as though on the point of leaving . He showed a slight surprise at seeing Plank , as if he had not been expecting him ; and the manner of offering his hand subtly emphasised it as he came forward with a trace of inquiry in his greeting . `` You said four o'clock , I believe , '' observed Plank bluntly . `` Ah , yes . It was about that -- ah -- matter -- ah -- I beg your pardon ; can you recollect ? '' `` I do n't know what it is you want .