about a quarter to one
`` Mind , '' he cried , `` I 'm staying at the King 's Arms , and you can send my letters down there . '' Then he waved his hand to me , and we set off . The road to Watford via Edgware is traps from end to end , and , well as the White was going , I did not dare to let her out . It was just after half-past eleven when we left town , and about a quarter to one when we dropped down the hill into Watford town . Here `` Benny '' leant over and spoke to me . `` Sha n't lunch here , '' he cried , as though the idea had come to him suddenly ; `` get on to St. Albans or to Hatfield if you like . The Red Lion will do me -- drive on there and do n't hurry . ''