eleven o'clock
exclaimed Emma McChesney . At nine o'clock next morning when Jock McChesney entered the offices of the Berg , Shriner Advertising Company he carried a flat , compact bundle of papers under his arm encased in protecting covers of pasteboard , and further secured by bands of elastic . This he carried to his desk , deposited in a drawer , and locked the drawer . By eleven o'clock the things which he had predicted the night before had come to pass . A plump little man , with a fussy manner and Western clothes had been ushered into Bartholomew Berg 's private office . Instinct told him that this was Griebler . Jock left his desk and strolled up to get the switchboard operator 's confirmation of his guess .