the hour of two
she called to the man , and shut the door ; and Montague found himself standing on a driveway in the park , with the lights of the cab disappearing around a turn . Montague started to walk . He had no idea where he went ; his mind was in a whirl , and he was lost to everything about him . He must have spent a couple of hours wandering about the park and the streets of the city ; when at last he stopped and looked about him , he was on a lighted thoroughfare , and a big clock in front of a jewellery store was pointing to the hour of two . He looked around . Immediately across the street was a building which he recognised as the office of the Express ; and in a flash he thought of Bates . `` Come in after the paper has gone to press , '' the latter had said .