About noon
`` Not if you 'll excuse me , lady . It 'll be a pleasure to fix things up for you any way you please . '' Alas for May ! About noon Mr. Coulson knocked two glasses off his table , broke the spring of his bell and yelled for Higgins at the same time . `` Bring an axe , '' commanded Mr. Coulson , sardonically , `` or send out for a quart of prussic acid , or have a policeman come in and shoot me . I 'd rather that than be frozen to death . '' `` It does seem to be getting cool , Sir , '' said Higgins .