eight o'clock
I 'll have to figure that out , '' said the Chief as he rose to go . `` I 'm mighty glad I had that hunch to come and see you , and I wish you were a plain-clothes man instead of the president of the Cotton Exchange . I think you and I could clean out this Mafia and make the town fit for a white man to live in . If you 'll drop in on me at eight o'clock to-night we 'll walk over toward St. Phillip Street and perhaps get a look at your old friend Narcone . If you care to come along , Mr. Dreux , I 'd be glad to have you . '' Bernie Dreux threw up his shapely hands in hasty refusal . `` Oh dear , no ! ''