seven
o'clock
Bunting turned out the light and groped his way back to the room , and so to bed . Without speaking again to each other , both husband and wife lay awake till dawn . The next morning Mr. Sleuth 's landlord awoke with a start ; he felt curiously heavy about the limbs , and tired about the eyes . Drawing his watch from under his pillow , he saw that it was seven o'clock . Without waking his wife , he got out of bed and pulled the blind a little to one side . It was snowing heavily , and , as is the way when it snows , even in London , everything was strangely , curiously still . After he had dressed he went out into the passage .