three o'clock
Mr. Judkins , the station agent at Chazy Junction , came out of his little house at daybreak , shivered a bit in the chill morning air and gave an involuntary start as he saw a private car on the sidetrack . There were two private cars , to be exact -- a sleeper and a baggage car -- and Mr. Judkins knew the three o'clock train must have left them as it passed through . `` Ah , '' said he aloud ; `` the nabobs hev arrove . '' `` Who are the nabobs ? '' asked a quiet voice beside him .