ten o'clock
Mr. Mott slammed the door , and for the rest of the day Mr. Hurst saw him no more . At one o'clock a savoury smell passed the door on its way upstairs , and at five o'clock a middle-aged woman with an inane smile looked into the room on her way aloft with a loaded tea-tray . By supper - time he was suffering considerably from hunger and thirst . At ten o'clock he heard the footsteps of Mr. Mott descending the stairs . The door opened an inch , and a gruff voice demanded to know whether he was going to stay there all night . Receiving a cheerful reply in the affirmative , Mr. Mott secured the front door with considerable violence , and went off to bed without another word . He was awakened an hour or two later by the sound of something falling , and , sitting up in bed to listen , became aware of a warm and agreeable odour .