seven o'clock
Moreover , it was a British transport , dropping down from Vladivostok . He would be wasting his time to wait for such passengers as came ashore . They would be tired and hungry and uncomfortable . So at seven o'clock he lit a piece of punk , dropped it into his hand warmer , threw his pack over his shoulders , and left the cheery lobby of the hotel where he had been waiting since five in the afternoon . He would be cold and wet and hungry when he reached his shop . Outside he called to a disconsolate ` ricksha boy , and a moment later rattled across the bridge that spans the Soochow Creek . Even the Sikh policeman had taken to cover .