eight o'clock
`` By the Twelve Ragged Apostles ! '' he murmured . `` By the Holy Pink-toed Prophet ! We changed the sign on you and we stacked the Cohens on you and we set a policeman to guard the shop to keep you from breaking the window , and we made you dig up two thousand dollars on Sunday night in a town where you are practically unknown , and while you missed the train at eight o'clock , you overtake it at two o'clock in the morning and deliver the blue vase . Come in and rest your poor old game leg , Bill . Brake-man , I 'm much obliged to you . '' Bill Peck entered and slumped wearily down on the settee .