three to five in the afternoon
said Deppingham , starting up with a look of horror in his eyes , sudden comprehension rushing down upon him . `` I wonder if they think I am _ you _ , Browne ! Horrible ! '' The Enemy 's office hours were from three to five in the afternoon . It was of no especial consequence to his clients that he frequently transferred the placard from the front of the company 's bank to the more alluring doorway of the `` American bar ; '' all was just and fair so long as he was to be found where the placard listed . Twice a week , Miss Pelham came down from the château in a gaily bedecked jinriksha to sit opposite to him in his stuffy corner of the banking house , his desk between them , her notebook trembling with propinquity . Mr. Britt generously loaned the pert lady to the Enemy in exchange for what he catalogued as `` happy days . ''