two in the morning
Amber noted the fact subconsciously , even as he was aware that the high fury of the wind was moderating . But consciously he was bowed down with sorrow , inexpressibly racked . In the hush the metallic hammering of the mean tin clock rang loud and harsh ; Amber 's heart seemed to beat in funeral time to its steady , unhurried , immutable ticking . It was close upon two in the morning . `` Amber , '' said Rutton suddenly and very clearly , `` you 'll find a will in my despatch box . Doggott is to have all I possess . The emerald ring -- the Token -- I give to you . ''