eight at night
The apartments he occupies are in a quiet boarding house on Lincoln Avenue . He has been in the house six weeks , during which time no one has ever called to see him . A minute passes in which he ransacks his mind in an attempt to think who can have any business with him . It is half-past eight at night . A loud rap at the door announces the visitor . `` Come in , '' calls Trueman . `` Good evening , Mr. Trueman . ''