nine o'clock
If it was n't , why be so darned secret about it ? For three quarters of an hour , perhaps longer , Johnny dismissed the thousand-dollar-a-week job from his mind and waited with rising indignation for Bland . What had become of the darned little runt ? Here it was nine o'clock , and no sign of him . The lobby was beginning to wear an atmosphere of sedate bustling to and fro . Johnny watched travelers arrive with their luggage , watched other travelers depart . Business men strayed in , seeking acquaintances .