six o'clock
inquired Harley , and the tone of his voice suggested that he was beginning to entertain doubts of the Major 's sanity or sobriety ; then : `` He 's dead ! '' declared the latter . `` Dead as the Begum of Bangalore ! He died at six o'clock . I 've just spoken to his widow on the telephone . '' I suppose I must have been staring very hard at the speaker , and certainly Harley was doing so , for suddenly directing his fierce gaze toward me : `` You 're completely treed , sir , and so 's your friend ! '' shouted Major Ragstaff .