about nine o'clock
`` Tell him that I wish him good luck , '' she answered , `` and -- yes , ask him , if he remembers what day of the month this is -- or no , do n't ask him that . Say nothing about it . Just tell him I send him my very best love , and that I wish him all the success in the world . '' It was about nine o'clock , when Landry and Page reached the foot of La Salle Street . The morning was fine and cool . The sky over the Board of Trade sparkled with sunlight , and the air was full of fluttering wings of the multitude of pigeons that lived upon the leakage of grain around the Board of Trade building . `` Mr. Cressler used to feed them regularly , '' said Landry , as they paused on the street corner opposite the Board .