six
o'clock
Kennedy 's suit-case was lying open on the bed , and he was literally throwing things into it from his chiffonier , as I entered after a hurried trip up-town from the Star office in response to an urgent message from him . `` Come , Walter , '' he cried , hastily stuffing in a package of clean laundry without taking off the wrapping-paper , `` I 've got your suit-case out . Pack up whatever you can in five minutes . We must take the six o'clock train for Danbridge . '' I did not wait to hear any more . The mere mention of the name of the quaint and quiet little Connecticut town was sufficient . For Danbridge was on everybody 's lips at that time .