five o'clock
I 've picked up the _ Mauretania _ again . She 's relaying . '' Mr. Blithers sat down on the steps and looked at his watch . It would be five o'clock in Paris . He wondered if they were giving Maud her afternoon tea , and then choked up with a sudden pity for the terrified captive . It was all he could do to keep from jumping up and ordering the operator to drop everything and take a message countermanding his inhuman instructions to those asses in Paris . Tears gushed from his eyes .