half past twelve
The door of the room to the left opened , and Paul Ritson came out . His great strength seemed to be gone -- he reeled like a drunken man . `` Landlady , '' he said , `` when does your last train go up to London ? '' `` At half past twelve , '' said Mrs. Drayton , from two steps up the stairs . `` Can I get a fly , my good woman , at this hour of the night ? '' `` The fly 's at the door , sir -- just come , sir . '' Paul went back into the room where he had left his wife .