three o'clock
` I wo n't be done , ' he thought . Taking out a sovereign he tried to make the woman comprehend that she could earn it , by telling him where they had gone . He got her finally to write the words out in his pocket-book , gave her the sovereign , and hurried to the Goldene Alp , where there was a waiter who spoke English . The translation given him was this : `` At three o'clock they start in a carriage on the road to Linz -- they have bad horses -- the Herr also rides a white horse . '' Swithin at once hailed a carriage and started at full gallop on the road to Linz . Outside the Mirabell Garden he caught sight of Kasteliz and grinned at him . ` I 've sold him anyway , ' he thought ; ` for all their talk , they 're no good , these foreigners ! '