six o’clock in the evening
If not -- they 're in the town . '' He was then in East Street , and he started at once to make the circuit of the place , discovering incidentally that Chichester is a walled city . In passing , he made inquiries at the Black Swan , the Crown , and the Red Lion Hotel . At six o'clock in the evening , he was walking downcast , intent , as one who had dropped money , along the road towards Bognor , kicking up the dust with his shoes and fretting with disappointed pugnacity . A thwarted , crestfallen Hoopdriver it was , as you may well imagine . And then suddenly there jumped upon his attention -- a broad line ribbed like a shilling , and close beside it one chequered , that ever and again split into two . `` Found ! ''