twenty-five minutes to ten
`` I 've changed my mind ! '' Storch 's mouth widened , not in a smile this time , but in a vicious snarl . He took out a cheap watch from his pocket , glanced at it , and put it back . `` It 's just twenty-five minutes to ten , '' he said , quietly . `` I 'll give you five more minutes . '' Fred put both his arms upon the cluttered table , leaning forward , as he answered : `` Nothing can alter my decision now , Storch ... You should have known better than to have counted on one of my sort ... In the end , you see , my standards _ have _ shackled me . '' `` Counted on your sort ! ''