about midday
But now , poor wretch , he seems to have felt the need of some weapon . He turned back towards the goods yard of the Great Western Railway , wrenched up the standard of a tall arc light , a formidable mace for him , and flung it over his shoulder . And finding the police still turning up to pester him , he went back along the Edgware Road , towards Cricklewood , and struck off sullenly to the north . He wandered as far as Waltham , and then turned back westward and then again towards London , and came by the cemeteries and over the crest of Highgate about midday into view of the greatness of the city again . He turned aside and sat down in a garden , with his back to a house that overlooked all London . He was breathless , and his face was lowering , and now the people no longer crowded upon him as they had done when first he came to London , but lurked in the adjacent garden , and peeped from cautious securities . They knew by now the thing was grimmer than they had thought .