eight o'clock in the
morning
`` Do you still suspect her ? '' He shrugged his shoulders with an air of distinct vagueness . `` Wire to her to-night , '' he urged . `` Your man can take the message down to the Charing Cross office , and she 'll get it at eight o'clock in the morning . The funeral is over , so there is nothing to prevent her coming to town . '' I was compelled to agree to his suggestion , although loth to again bring pain and annoyance to my love . I knew how she had suffered when , a few days ago , I had questioned her , and I felt convinced by her manner that , although she had refused to speak , she herself was innocent .