five to noon
He grinned , felt his lips curve in the unaccustomed grimace , and thought with no particular bitterness that he was getting mellow in his last days . `` Hello , High-pockets , '' he said softly to the kid that owned him . `` How 's the weather up there ? '' At five to noon the door opened . Summersby , seeing its silent motion , left off the mimic gunplay and started for the wall , where he could intercept Watkins and find out whether he 'd been successful . But the safe-cracker came running down the middle of the room , yelling . `` Come on , everybody ! ''