ten o'clock
Masterless , it must have seen changes in those four years . Fumbling in his pocket , his fingers touched Conniston 's watch . He drew it out and let the firelight play on the open dial . It was ten o'clock . In the back of the premier half of the case Conniston had at some time or another pasted a picture . It must have been a long time ago , for the face was faded and indistinct . The eyes alone were undimmed , and in the flash of the fire they took on a living glow as they looked at Keith .