ten minutes to twelve
It is fairly dark in front and the conductor can not see your face as you pay your fare through a trap in the door leading to the interior of the tram . I left the tram at Unter den Linden and walked down some side streets until I came across a quiet-looking café . There I got a railway guide and set about reviewing my plans . It was ten minutes to twelve . A man in my position would in all probability make for the frontier . So , I judged , Clubfoot must calculate , though , I fancied , he must have wondered why I had not long since attempted to escape back to England . Düsseldorf was on the main road to Holland , and it would certainly be the more prudent course , say , to make for the Rhine and travel on to my destination by a Rhine steamer .