noon
Bulger crossed the room and looked down over his shoulder . `` Where ? '' he asked , `` The Street or -- '' `` Trinity Churchyard . '' `` Once I sang my little love lays there in the noon hour , '' answered Bulger . `` I was a gallant clerk and hers the fairest fingers that ever caressed a typewriter -- '' The intent attitude of Norcross , the fact that he neither turned nor smiled , checked Bulger . With the instinct of the courtier , he perceived that the wind lay in another tack . He racked the unused half of his mind for appropriate sentiments .