eight o'clock
Good-bye , Borkins . Best of luck . '' `` Good-bye , gentlemen . '' The two men got into the taxi Dollops had procured for them , while that worthy hopped on to the seat beside the driver and gave him the order to `` Nip it for the eight o'clock train for Lunnon , as farst as you kin slide it , cabby ! '' To which the chauffeur made some equally pointed remark , and they were off . But Borkins either did not realize that the eight-o'clock train for London was a slow one , or thought that it was the most convenient for the two gentlemen most interested , because he did not give a thought to the matter that that particular train stopped at the next station , some three miles away from Fetchworth . And even if he had and could have seen the two tough-looking sailormen who descended from the first-class compartment there and stepped on to the tiny platform among one or two others , he would never have dreamed of associating them with the Mr. Headland and his man Dollops who had such a short time ago left the Towers for London .