five minutes past nine
`` She 's got an ` ead-piece on ` er , ` as ole Sedgy , '' he muttered . `` Fancy ` er a-tumblin ' to it like that , an ' ` er still ` alf full o ' Royal Richard . '' Having prepared and eaten his own breakfast , Bindle sat down and waited . At five minutes past nine he rose . `` It 's time Oscar an ' Ole Whiskers was up an ' doin ' , '' he murmured as he stood in front of the dingy looking-glass over the fireplace . `` Joe Bindle , there 's a-goin ' to be rare doin 's in Number Six to-day , and it may mean that you 'll lose your job , you ole reprobate . '' At the head of the stairs of the second floor Bindle stopped as if he had been shot . ''