about twenty minutes to seven
Then I had a bath , and cut my moustache , which was long and drooping , into a short stubbly fringe . Now came the next step . Paddock used to arrive punctually at 7.30 and let himself in with a latch-key . But about twenty minutes to seven , as I knew from bitter experience , the milkman turned up with a great clatter of cans , and deposited my share outside my door . I had seen that milkman sometimes when I had gone out for an early ride . He was a young man about my own height , with an ill-nourished moustache , and he wore a white overall . On him I staked all my chances .