a quarter past nine
In it she was kneeling , and beside her lay a heavy knife and the cords with which Simon Colliver had bound me . `` Yes , '' I said , `` I will follow . When does the first train leave Paddington ? '' `` At a quarter past nine , '' she answered , `` and it is now about half-past five . You have time to catch it ; but must disguise yourself first . He will travel by it , there is no train before . Come , let me row you ashore . ''