eleven o'clock
The interior of the tank-like box became abysmally black . `` Can anybody guess the time ? '' he asked , after aeons seemed to have passed . `` It feels like next Thursday , '' said the voice of the moustached man , `` but it 's probably ten or eleven o'clock . Looks like we 're just going to be left here till they get around to us . '' `` I think we 'd better not wait , '' said Lockley . `` We 've been pretty quiet .