about three o'clock
In the meantime , outside , all through the city , hell was getting ready to pop . Hell popped just as soon as the newspapers could get out their extras . Monsieur X had at last struck , and both interest and belief urged the managing editors at last to give publicity to all the theories , the facts , and the latest message from the fanatic Unknown . The latter came about three o'clock : `` TO THE PEOPLE : You have defied me , and you have doubted my power . There is no good in you . I , who would have saved you , now must bring about your death as a stubborn and a stiff-necked generation . In humanity is no more good , and of this world I desire nothing more .