five o'clock
He saw the handbills announcing the meeting that night as one who sees a curious passing show ; the men he met on the street he greeted as creatures from another world . Yet he knew he smiled and spoke with them casually . But it was not he who spoke ; the real Robert Hendricks he knew was separated from the pantomime about him . When he went into the bank at five o'clock , the janitor was finishing his work . Hendricks called up the depot on the telephone and found that No. 6 was an hour late . With the realization that a full hour of his fighting time had been taken from him and that the train would arrive only a scant hour before the meeting , the Adrian face of his puzzle turned insistently toward Hendricks . It was not fear but despair that seized him .