Three o'clock
The ring lay at his feet -- a shining , golden band gleaming brightly in the light as it lay upon the black silk handkerchief . The Banker shivered a little for the room was cold . Then he realized he had been asleep and looked at his watch . Three o'clock ! They had been gone seven hours , and he had not taken the ring back to the Museum as they had told him to . He rose hastily to his feet ; then as another thought struck him , he sat down again , staring at the ring . The honk of an automobile horn in the street outside aroused him from his reverie .