ten o'clock
`` Hold on , '' Abe whispered . `` The door is open . '' They tiptoed up to the half-open door and , holding himself well within the shadow of the corridor , Abe peeped in . It was ten o'clock of a sunny fall day , but the dark shades of room eighty-nine were drawn and the electric lights were blazing away as though it were still midnight . Beneath the lights was a small , oblong table at which sat three men , and in front of each of them stood a small pile of chips . Marks Pasinsky was dealing . `` A-ah , Katzen , you ruined that hand , '' Marks Pasinsky said as he flipped out the cards three at a time .