eleven p.m.
Mr. William Barracombe was the most punctual of men . He entered his office in Mincing Lane precisely at ten o'clock on Thursday morning . His letters had already been sorted and arranged in two neat piles on his desk . Topmost on one of them was a cablegram from Toronto : `` Meet me home eleven p.m. Smith . '' He never admitted that anything would surprise him , and in fact he showed no sign of excitement , but looked through his correspondence methodically , distributing the papers among several baskets to be dealt with by respective members of his staff , or by himself . This done , he rang for the office boy , ordered him to remove the baskets , and then took up the cablegram again . `` By Jove ! ''