forty minutes
past ten
But alas , how little we know what sorrows are in store for us ! The steamer arrived at her wharf at ten o'clock this morning , and a few minutes later . I was seated in a carriage speeding along in the direction of the Waldoria Hotel . At forty minutes past ten I inquired of the clerk for John Convert . Then came the appalling information that he was to be electrocuted at noon for the murder of Arletta Fogg . The rest seems like an awful nightmare . Getting a schedule of trains for Sing Sing , I rushed outside the hotel , and , jumping in the first cab I saw , handed the driver a roll of bills , and told him they were all his if he could get me to the depot in time to catch the eleven o'clock train .