one minute past twelve
McNabb had listened in silence to the tirade . `` But I -- I do n't understand it . My options -- '' `` Your options , '' interrupted Orcutt , and his voice rasped harsh , `` expired at noon on the first day of July . At one minute past twelve on that day , the property passed into the hands of the Eureka Paper Company of which I am president . I signed the contract and paid over the money myself at Gods Lake Post . '' `` Was it July ? '' mumbled McNabb , apparently dazed .