eleven o’clock
said Jim . ` He said I was to tell you that , ' replied the gardener ; ` and it was n't for me to interfere . ' No motive other than the ostensible one could possibly be conjectured by Jim Hayward at this time ; and the next morning he started with great pleasure , in his best business suit of clothes . By eleven o'clock he and his horse and cart had arrived on the Baron 's premises , and the lime was deposited where directed ; an exceptional spot , just within view of the windows of the south front . Baron von Xanten , pale and melancholy , was sauntering in the sun on the slope between the house and the all-the-year-round . He looked across to where Jim and the gardener were standing , and the identity of Hayward being established by what he brought , the Baron came down , and the gardener withdrew . The Baron 's first inquiries were , as Jim had been led to suppose they would be , on the exterminating effects of lime upon slugs and snails in its different conditions of slaked and unslaked , ground and in the lump .